violet

Oh wow, umm well lets see here.

First off we are in Tuscan, AZ right now staying at this amazingly gorgeous hotel. It was built in 1912 and Mark Dillinger used to hide out here. There is this awesome cafe with the most delicious food, and a club downstairs. The club downstairs is the club that we performed at.

It has been so nice because had the privlege of staying 3 nights here. In the never never land of touring, to stay the night in one place for more than one night, is not only a luxury but it's a fucking vacation. We all (band/girls) had the ultimate plan of getting trashed for the evening cause we didn't have any place to be.

So Siren and I went and did our laundry at this hole in the wall place, where there was this very cute bar next door called "the buffet". It was SUCH a hole in the wall, they had vanilla stoli drinks for 2.75, and also had something called Happy Minute where they come bring you a dixie cup that you can trade for an equal drink of the previous one you bought, For FREE! I thought this was amazing.

The people here in Tuscan are so nice! The food is delicious, and the hotel is amazing, so right now things are so good.

But back to last night, this is when crazy shit started to happen...I was walking down the hall and all i could here was moaning, maybe a drunken orgy? I don't know.. Despite the hardcore partying around me, I stayed sober, .. I myself was too sober to deal with all the fucking crazy naked partying going on... so I escaped to a neighbors room, a very hot 22 year old (preppy) looking boy named Billy.

Billy was a safe haven, we talked all night, he seemed dubtly impressed with me and all my adventures, jobs, and my degree, and I was impressed with how sweet and respectful he was. Not once during the night did he try to make a move on me, I did however ask to cuddle with him.

Mind you, he kept excusing himself to go to the bathroom. I'm thinking, that's weird. Well come to find out he was doing massive amounts of Opium.

well i wake up in the morning to him on the bathroom floor, going into convulsions foaming at the mouth. He looked like he was having a seizure but he couldn't talk,he didn't know what was going on. I felt like he was going to start to get violent, and i got really scared and left the room. i didn't know what to do... Call the cops? This guy, this innocent sweet, blonde boy, was a drug smuggler of weed. I highly doubt that he wants me to call the hospital.

Do I leave him there to die? Umm well I escaped for a while and decided to check on him later.

I come and visit one hour later, and he is completely back to normal. I explain what he did, and he had no recollection of anything. There was however a hole ripped in the screen to his window, and there was no bedding on his bed.

In his crazed Opium blunder, he had ripped a hole in the screen and thrown all of his bedding out the window onto the sidewalk..

And I'm thanking god right now that he didn't throw me out the window in his crazed blackout. ack.

note to self: escaping to a nice preppy boy's room, may be more dangerous if he is smoking opium in the bathroom.