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last night was one of the worst nights of my life. i seriously thought i was going to die.

first the dog ran away - panic attack number one.

an aquantance and his friend were at his place drinking and said they wanted to go out for breakfast. they invited me and i said i'd go as long as they weren't drunk. stupid me, believed them when they said they were fine.

when they got here - going down broadway i could tell differently. i should have told them to bring me home, but i just sat back, on the side of the car that's seatbelt didn't fucking work. by this time, i'm praying to god that i get home safe and sound. panic attack number two.

well, they go to west O to visit their friend, and while waiting for him to get home, they pull a GUN out of the trunk. then, when they KNOW i'm fucking freaked out, because it's a GUN in DRUNK MOTHERFUCKERS HANDS. the one dude put it to his mouth and was like "HOLY SHIT, PULL THE TRIGGER! PULL THE TRIGGER!" so, he did, but i guess they didn't "round the chamber" or some stupid shit like that. so - that was panic attack number three.

then, we headed to IHOP. in walks in three cops, sitting at the table right next to us. they proceed to keep screaming "I'm fucking wasted!" and, one of em wouldn't quit poking me after punching him, smaking him, telling him fucking stop it 20+ times....

the only good part of the night was meeting their friend. he was actually respectful and nice to be around. wow, a repectful guy, that was a miracle.

so yeah, fuck men. fuck them up their stupid asses.

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however, making out in the rain would be great.