See, yesterday was my nephew's first birthday party (he turned one earlier in the week). And, as everyone knows, a lot of beer is served at a kid's first birthday.
So I had three beers between noon and 2PM. Then went home, had a nap, and went out to my buddy's place 'cause it was his girlfriend's birthday party. This was at 8PM.
Between 8PM and 10:30PM, I finished another seven beers, three shots of Crown Royal, and shared in a joint.
... it was the joint that really fucked me up. And that's being brutally honest. I would have been unstable as shit, but as soon as I had the joint, I knew things weren't going to end well.
It then took three people (after emptying my stomach a couple of times) to get me into the back of my friend's car, who then drove me home and helped me crawl into bed.
And that is the last time I smoke PK.
