Pounded 2.5 4Lokos alongside some other drinks at a friend’s graduation party a few years back. shyt had me
. I deadass woke up the next morning to HELLA texts asking if I was alive and got home safe. shyt I didn’t know how the fukk I got back home. Had to search through my whole phone history.
Turned out my blacked out ass called an Uber and gave dude the right area but WRONG address. I dropped in a few blocks away from my house and had to waddle my drunk ass home on some autopilot type shyt. I swear blacked me was on some World War Z/Walking Dead type shyt hobbling home. Now I can’t even think of one without wanting to puke.
That and fireball cinnamon whiskey... the trauma