ok, so friday night, plan is to drink with friends. finally get our bottle of bacardi razz, and get to my friends house at like 7:30. its 5 of us total. we get there, i take 2 shots right away, not sure what other ppl are drinking. but i do remmeber asking my friend, he said he had 5 or 6 shots total that night(this was 9ish). i roll a blunt, and me, him, and one of my toher friends smoke that shit a lil before 10.

we go back to this one room, to play guitar and free style, cause we're fucked up at this point. the one kid who took only those few shots gets up to go outside, but stumbles onto the little fridge, knocks a bowl off. i know shits gonna get worse, but i had no idea how bad.

the other friend that smoked the blunt, me and him are talking about shit(ill bring up in a minute), and we were my friend let out a cry. ppl are carrying him inside and i hear "OH MY GOD!". so this is what happens....hes drunk and stumbling, trying to sit down on this bench, and flips it over while letting it hit him square in the face and hes bleeding like crazy. im helping to sit him down and clean off blood. his nose is all fucked up, he gets a pretty decent cut on his eye, and a small gash on his forehead. he is not talking coherently, and we cant get him to drink water, so i have to hold the bottle and make him sip it.

we carry him insdie back to the room, and into the bathroom. hes still not aware of shit, jsut mumbling, but he's fairly cleaned up. we try getting him into shower, not really working, and he wont stay there. so we just get him to sit down and hes starting to communicate with us, he wants to lie down. i go out to smoke a jack, so hes with his gf and the other girl there. while the rest of us were outside, hes apparently throwing up on the bed, and then all over the bathroom. after that shit is finally all settled and cleaned, hes sleeping in the bed.

me and my sober friend were smoking a jack talking, everyone else in the room. we walk back in the house and immediately hear "ROBBIE WHAT THE FUCK??!??" so we're rushing to find out whats happening, and my friend that yelled is storming at us, FURIOUS. come to find out, he walks in the room as the kid stands up and says sup to him. well he just whips his shit out AND STARTS PEEING ON THE FLOOR. this finally sets me off, shit was too difficult to deal with, but after they get him in the bathroom to finish up, he successfully passes out.

at 4am, im finally able to pass out. he wakes me up an hr later stumbling in the room, and passes out on top of me rofl. im trying to pick him up and put him on the floor, but he was fighting me so i let him stay on the bed, and i sleep next to his girl.

at some point during all this before he finally passes out, his girl(my ex as well) are talking in garage with the girl who;s house we were at and her bf. well the girl is all emotional and is coming out with eveyrthing, including her feelings for me and how she doesnt wanna be with her bf. i knew she liked me from signs and shit i picked up on, but this was confirmation. ive had feelings for her again just didnt bring it up cause our relationship was rocky. although honestly, if we did go back out, we're both mroe mature now so i know it would work out better.

anyways if birdgirl reads this, my friend got wayy fucked up. he doesnt remember smoking the blunt, so i think that is what made him all sick. but hes on anti-psychotics, hadnt taken em for like 2 weeks before that night(his parents made him take it before he left). is that what coulda caused all this irrational behavior?
yoda Reviewed by yoda on . last night = realllll bad(birdgirl could you read?) ok, so friday night, plan is to drink with friends. finally get our bottle of bacardi razz, and get to my friends house at like 7:30. its 5 of us total. we get there, i take 2 shots right away, not sure what other ppl are drinking. but i do remmeber asking my friend, he said he had 5 or 6 shots total that night(this was 9ish). i roll a blunt, and me, him, and one of my toher friends smoke that shit a lil before 10. we go back to this one room, to play guitar and free style, cause we're Rating: 5