Manic in Memphis

This is the recollection of my previous manic episode where I was prostituted in the ghetto of Memphis and doing crack cocaine. I found myself in disgusting motels with cockroaches and blood on the sheets. After sharing the details of my story I've become aware that the use of a date rape drug may have been used on me in addition to my mania. Eventually I got in the hands of some different men and one of them knew the owner of a laundry mat. Wash World. They got me out of my bright red dress and put me in comfy sweatpants and slippers from a bin of stuff people had left behind. They gave me a phone and said "Call your Dad." He had been trying to hunt me down. He was paying homeless men to search for me and tracking my ATM usage since my card had been compromised by the other men I was with. They drained my accounts.