I used to get angry with myself for getting drunk at bars, in dimly lit clubs, at bad house parties.
I was 21 the first time my drink was spiked. I threw up in front of Tequila Jacks while my friends complained that the bouncers would never let them in as long as I was with them. I went home alone in a cab.
I would rip my tights from falling down on concrete, throw up in hotel bathrooms with pristine white floors, cry in groups of friends I’ve since unfriended, and have a smoke outside for good measure.
I’m so much more careful now with the company I keep, the liquor I avoid, the bars I go to.
DJ Emmett plays the Spice Girls for me on request. Winston buys us tequila shots at Babylon. We down Jägerbombs at Zaphod’s and regret it, but not too much.
these words by Samantha Lapierre were inspired by the work of Kelsy Gossett
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