Replying to And I'm fucked.......

Yesterday the crystal Palace Gods were upset with me. Went to the my buddies house, and was sober before and then i chugged a 16 oz SOLO cup of vodka that had 16 oz of vodka, then was like whatever chugged the rest of the bottle, blacked out. Tried to dance ate shit, threw up all over myself. Went to walk down the stairs, took 2 steps and them fell the rest of the way, about 32 steps to be exact.

Next i walked out side, actually 2 stepped (drunken walk)to the nearest tree. My buddy walked over and tried to out a giro bad lt on my head so I wouldnt get concussed if I fell again, i was like fuck this shit Ill be goody, ill meet ya at the party in a lil bit I needed some rest. Fast forward 2 hours a homie from my track teams finds me passed out against the tree not breathing, he called 911 and an ambulance came, fuckers cut off all my clothes (rip PRE LIVES t-shirt and oakley jeans) woke up the next morning to my mom crying because I had to be revived once in the ambulance and twice at the hospital, once I was pronounced clinically dead, but due to the fact both my parents are doctors at the hospital and the doctor working on me was a very close doctor friend he kept working on me and I ended up coming back.

Anyways, my friends are the best, they saved my life. I had no fines or counseling, did have to fight the hospital because it was ruled a suicide attempt and insurance didn't cover anything, we (my parents) ended up winning and I had a small medical bill.

this also wasn't last night, it was like 6 years ago