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Back when I used to do far more drugs, I woke up one morning and checked social media to see I'd been tagged in some photos from the night before. Thing was, I didn't remember the night before. And among the photos is one of me standing on the ledge of a massive crane at a construction site downtown.
I reached out to the person who tagged me, and they told me about some of the stuff we'd gotten up to, including a list of drugs we'd taken. Then I began to remember some of the drugs I had taken before I met up with them, and I remembered throwing up on my way home.
So I was, at one point in my life, so fucked up as to be functioning on autopilot while wandering around a construction site late at night, and somehow didn't die.