self destruction, redux
Saturday, May 17, 2014 11:00 AM
I seem to be on a downward spiral lately.
Last night was not as fun as I hoped. The 2 strippers came over and really wanted to "party. " I personally just wanted to stay in get wrecked and fuck them. They wanted to go out. I guess my "favorite" told her friend I occasionally take her to high end nightclubs and bars. I figured, whatever, may as well so we took off to a nearby "lounge" I like.
I find nothing more pathetic than going out with strippers so I was already in a bad mood about it.
I popped 30mg's of zolpiderm which was a very, very bad idea. After about 2 hours and 4 double rum and cokes, I was barely able to sit up straight and hallucinating a bit. The strippers, who were already completely shitfaced as they finished a bottle of Patron between the two of them already were oblivious to how demolished I was. The guy I usually buy coke from actually works at this lounge so I got a ball from him, hoping this would help me wake up a bit.
I don't remember much after this. I remember bits and pieces:
- doing coke in the bathroom
- barely being able to stand up from the table
- my usual waitress telling me that my drinks were on the house (I go to this place like 4x/week)
- doing more cocaine in the bathroom and feeling very uncomfortable, a high blood pressure pained feeling, lying down on the floor a bit
- at one point one of the strippers looks at me and says "are you okay?"
I don't know how I got home safely. I drove back which was dumb. Thankfully my car isn't totaled. The strippers crashed on my couch after I fucked them (I guess I fucked them?).
Today I feel worse than usual. I hate black outs. I feel fried. Like my brain can't produce any more dopamine or seratonin.
I'm not sure what to do any more with myself.
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