| The day when death missed me |
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This is the story of my worst drinking experience.
I thought it was worth sharing after reading Erica's "latest 74 hours" blog.
Erica, this story is for you, so you can see you're not the only freak around :p
Back when I was 17 I was sent to this boarding school because of being kicked out of my school for smoking hash and carrying a butterfly knife in my pocket.
I had lost all my friends, and I didn't want to make any new ones, at this time I was pretty dark minded and not that sociable.
I got so depressed that I was getting stone on hash every hour of the day and spent most of my time listening to hard rock with my Walkman.
After 3 weeks of this school, on a Friday evening, before taking the train to go back home I felt like a huge need to get excessively drunk.
I went to the shop and bought a bottle of vodka, drank 2/3 of the bottle in 2 hours, before I had to switch trains in Marseille.
I switched trains crawling in Marseille station. I passed out in the second train, threw up all over, got thrown out at my station by some militaries, and slept on the floor there for about an hour, so my mom didn't find me and thought i'd missed the train.
When I finally manage to adjust my vision, which took me a good hour, I crawled over the rails to get to the phone booth and call my mom so she could come and take me home.
At the minute I stepped on the other side, I heard the sound of the train that nearly killed me and that I didn't hear coming!
Realizing somehow I could just have died if I had went a second later,
I crawled to the booth, finally manage to dial up my number after something like 10 tries, called my mom and passed out in the booth...
Kinds of stories you'll remember all your life I guess :) |
| Posted: 12/27/2007 at 04:10 | Read 336 times | 22 comments | Leave Comment |
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