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I sure as hell know that I'm not in control.
Two major instances that I can remember.
The first one, I went to a friend's birthday. Now... I'd had about a dozen bottles of beer and half a dozen coolers by the time I started drinking bargain scotch. This was in High School, so I started drinking in the art room (when the teacher was gone). Well... we went over to meet my friend, and what basically happened was that I'd finished a bottle and a half of whiskey after the beer/coolers. So I sat down on a flight of stairs, leading down to a beach, and... well... I woke up in my dad's car. They've told me about ONE incident, the entire time (about six hours where I was puking my guts out, spasming and pale). I woke up, looked up at a friend, flipped him off, said "Fuck you, Lassie" and passed out again.
The second time, I was about to fight. Had one toke on a random guy's joint, looked over to the guy I was gonna' punch, raised my fist, and everything sorta' went into slow motion. It was like, "Oh shit... I'm falling over now." Well... I'd taken off my shirt, so I wouldn't get blood on it, and it was lying off to the side. It had a bullet of hash in it, so... in any case, my friend lost all of HIS drugs. Oh well. Shit happens.
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