Shit.

Story Time: That Time I Got Shitfaced

I know some of y'all noticed I took down everything in this book or whatever. I was debating a few things. That maybe I'm possibly sharing too much of my life. Thing is, I like being open with y'all, because y'all don't know me off this site. So it's cool. So, yeah, Ima put it back.

Anyway, this occurred a few years back.
My homegirl, I'll call her B, threw a big party to celebrate the life of her cousin. She was also a good friend of mine.

At this party there were tons of people, food, bud, alcohol and a tattoo artist.

We turning up. I was really turning up. I had just finished getting one of my medical licenses, preparing to lock a job and was gearing up for my phlebotomy certification. The whole nine.

But anyway....
I decided to drink all my liquor straight. I'm just throwing back red solo cups of vodka. Just downing the shit and no, it wasn't shots. I was filling them cups up. 🙃 I couldn't even tell you how many I had.

So yeah, I'm drunk as fuck and decided to do some shit. Wasn't really thinking. I mean, I couldn't really process much—that's how gone I was. To be real, shit, I don't even remember much of anything. Just drinking and drinking and drinking and drinking and a buzzing sound.

The following morning, at the crack of dawn, I woke up on the floor. Like legit, curled up on the floor in the corner.

Y'all can't laugh at what I'm about to tell y'all. Swear on ya life, you won't. I haven't told anyone this shit ever. At least not all of it. I swore I'd take it to the grave. So, comment that you swear.

When I woke up, realized my arm was burning and my pants were wet. I have a whole ass shitty tattoo on my arm and I pissed myself.

Mind you, I'm still drunk. So I'm stumbling over to the bathroom. Mad at myself.

I pull down my pants and I here something fall in the toilet.
Y'all...
I...
I...yeah...

I cried y'all. I legit cried for a few minutes and finally cleaned myself up.

After I left the bathroom. I went to get my "best friend"and tried to wake her drunk ass up to take me home. This bitch tells me "OMG, (my name), I can't believe you just passed out on me like that."

I tell her I'm ready to go and she tells me to give her 10 minutes and falls right back to sleep.

Needless to say, I didn't wait on her. I through on my coat and left out the house.

So here I am in the middle of a Chicago winter, walking 3 miles back to my place with a burning arm and wet clothes.

I get about halfway home and noticed a freight train coming. I run across the tracks to beat the muhfucka so I don't get stuck. Y'all know them trains be stopping and shit. Then it be all bad.

I thought I was good, but the universe said "no, Ima still fuck you." On the second set of tracks another train had come. I'm legit stuck between two freight trains, crying for 30 minutes.

When they finally managed to make it home, I stripped right at the door, threw my shit in a garbage bag, and took my drunk butt naked ass to the dumpster to toss it.

I get back in the crib, showered, and all that then hopped in the bed.

Whole time, the crib was quiet. So I thought I was in the clear.

5 minutes into laying down the door swings open.

It's my mom. She goes.. "Hey! I just want you to fuckin know I could smell the alcohol the moment you walked in the goddamn house."

I was shook.

And yeah, she saw the tattoo later that day. Maaaaaaan, she gave me an earful.
Like any person, I took a while before I started drinking again.