Last night was one of the worst nights of my life. I mean, it's REALLY up there as far as what my worst experiences were. Long story short, what i thought was cocaine was actually ketamine. Really a sign from above for me to stop fucking my life, drinking almost every day and partying like a madman. Thought i was actually going to die. Took me several hours to come down from that, and if it wasn't for my friend who thankfully has a bit of resistance to the stuff, we'd all be fucked. I was so out of it, i almost didn't made it out of the party we were in. I almost couldn't walk. If no one was there to make me go all the way back to my car, i'd just lie down on the ground wherever, and stay there.
Which is why i'm calling it quits. If this isn't a sign that it's time for me to get my shit together, i don't know what will. Call it a wake up call, because it was. As of today i'm taking a time off of booze, indefinitely. No more bars, no more parties, and especially no more nightclubs and drugs.
Yesterday could've gone really, really bad, and it didn't, and i should be counting myself lucky that it all worked out well in the end. It could've been so much worse...