fibbbin'.
somehow i went from buyin tab, to my head floating in a toilet, my earrings gone, a black leotard is all the shelters my body.
"HEY you're name's richie, right? richie, i'm 21." "date of birth?" "january 3rd, 1990" "no, you're not, mack call the ambulance."
fuck-
"olivia, don't leave me alone, what am i going to tell my parents?" "honest, be honest." nurses: be honest. paramedic: be honest
MY DAD IS A COP. then he knows this is no big deal. it's no big deal. fiji of vodka, 3 beers as chasers. can't taste it anymore!
"take it ouuuuuuut of my bag, they'll check." "i can't find it."
the car ride home? blaaaaaaaaaack.
getting into the house? blaaaaaaaaaaaaaack
.32% BAC
i'm so blue. bon voyage connecticut, hello oklahoma
