When I got wasted drunk while visiting a house I previously rented with my (then) exboyfriend and friends, my exboyfriend who I still thought I "loved" was still living there. The house had become a drug house, and that weekend, acid was the drug of choice. I had never done acid before, but thought, hell, why not?!
The combination - a very drunk Rainy with the most horrid hallucinations. I thought I was in Hell and couldn't break out of it. I thought it would go on forever. In order to try to figure out if I was not in Hell I took a wine bottle and smashed my ex's t.v., drank out of a water cup with old cigarettes in it (I think I thought I had to do this if I was actually in Hell), tried to jump out of a window from the 2nd floor, and ran in front of a moving car.
While not endangering anyone else, I could very well have ended up a very smashed Rainyday Girl.
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