Oh, and I didn't even share the rest of that Klonopin story.

So I took too much one day. Next day I was still fucked up and went to the Falls with Wesley and Hayley. We smoked weed and I drank that nasty 40 of Bud Light that had been rolling around in my car for days. I come home and go to sleep, feeling pretty dizzy and nauseous. I wake up. I'm covered in sweat, dying of heat. Feels like my entire body is feverish. I stand up, get a head rush and have to sit for a sec. I get up and walk to the bathroom, and my vision is fuzzy. I pee, I finish, I proceed to get completely naked and the next thing i know, i'm laying on the floor. I lay there for a while, gathering myself back up. I finally get up and I look horrid. I go back to bed and sleep. Wake up sweaty. Look like drug addict and I am STILL fucked up. I try talking to my mother and I'm 100% sure I look like a deranged drunk.

I tell her I should shower. Get in shower, sit there for 20 minutes letting the water just run. Fast forward. I am at the doctors, getting blood taken. There is this cute Jewish or Israeli girl shadowing Dr. Feldman and she is either really interested in my case or really interested in...me? She's cute. I'd do her. Anyways, they take 4 things of blood. I get progressively dizzier and I've been having double vision when I drive. I have to pick my shit up from Brooke's. Somehow, I made it over to Newhall without crashing. I park in front of her house and sleep for 5 minutes. I finally walk my ass in and fall onto her bed. I sleep another 15 minutes. I pry myself up, gather less than half of my shit and book it outta there. I get in my car, and her brother pulls up without seeing me. I sleep for another 15 minutes.

Finally, I decided it was high time to go home. I drive and realize that I haven't eaten a single thing all day, and my vision will not focus to save my life. I get to Juice It Up, park, go in. Cute guy #1 is working, the usual chunky funny guy is washing something and there is cute, sweet guy #2 leanin on the wall. I order my drink. This guy is new and I only have patience for him because of his dazzling eyes. I look around at the colors and get dizzy. I put my hands on the counter, letting my head dangle between my shoulders for a bit. I look up again and these already neon color seem to be getting hit repeatedly with Technicolor and the next thing I know, I'm on my back and cute guy number 2 has his hand over his mouth.

I rub my head.

"Holy shit...are you okay? Should I call an ambulance??"

"Oh my god, I passed out again didn't I? Wow, that is pretty embarrassing! Hah!"

I jumped right up (probably shouldn't have) and they took care of me. Chunky guy gave me fresh orange juice, and free Pirate's Booty. Made me sit and ingest before I drove again. Cute guy number 1 flashes me these 100 watt grins. I leave. Go home. Lay down.

For the next 3 or 4 days, intense head pain and endless hypochondria ensues. I think I have everything from a brain hemorrhage to a popped spinal disk to broken vertebrae to more things. It's the anxiety. It gets me. Which is why I need my medical card and a prescription for Xanax. But that's hard to get for a self proclaimed drug addict.