As in all of my nightmares
, I am high
as a kite. I hate that feeling; no control over anything. I was on my way home from a friend's house with Aaron
, but due to my current state of mind I was unable to drive my car. Kelli Fisher (girl I know from school
and the trip to Europe
) turned up some place and offered to drive us home. We were just going along down Lakeshore
, when all of a sudden there is construction
and metal poles all over the road. Kelli just drives around them. I was convinced none of it was real, so I asked her why she didn't just keep going striaght
. Just then, a car
in the other lane pulls right in front of us. Brakes squeeling, people screaming, and Aaron is sitting in the back saying "Shit
shitshitshitshitshitSHIT." All I could think about was what my parents
would say when they found me dead
with questionalbe levels of THC
in my blood. But thankfully, we missed the car and just kept spinning and spinning and spinning until my stomach was whirling in painful circles...
A second later, I woke up and barely made it to the bathroom before being sick.