Trust me when I say I am a very experienced drunk. I know the difference between spectacularly drunk and being caught in a maelstrom of vomit and hallucinations that lasted for eternity.
I think it was ketamine.
It was not not not cool.
In another context it might have been fun, but it was a Sunday afternoon sess, in a classic rock bar, in a shopping mall.
I feel violated.
I have been in the rave/drug scene for literally decades and this is the first time I remember where I was straight up caught in a time loop vomiting, miserable and alone.
Fuck people who roofie people.
And also fuck shitty bar patrons who don't look after people who got roofied.
This is why I am a raver. It might be largely middle class escapism but at least people give a shit.
I have to go to work.
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