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And I realized I couldn’t really say much beyond this, so I told her “I don’t remember- last night or- I’m just sort of confused” and she replied “Well, you went out with friends last night to celebrate that thing, remember? I remember hearing you stumbling back pretty late last night. Did you drink?-“ and I replied “I guess so?”
And she reached over to the this tabletop with a notebook on it and grabbed it and handed it to me. And I looked at it and it was filled to the brim with writing. Some of it was just was random scribbling and writing, but a lot of was filled with the most beautiful poetry you could ever see, and I’m not even joking. And then I slowly looked up, still puzzled, and she was staring at me. And she raised her eyebrows and said “Remember?-“
And then, we talked for a bit. About the writing, and some other stuff for what seemed like awhile. She was explaining to me about me writing this and that, all while I gave her this puzzled look. And then I remember yelling to her about something, about not remembering I think? And she said “I know, it’s a journey.” and she said “listen, your bag is in the other room, maybe that’ll help you remember last night” and so I went into the other room and brought it back into the other room. And I opened up to find more of the same; notebooks and a book. And I glanced over, and she was staring at me. And I noticed that there was this massive thing in the middle of the book and so I opened it up. And there was this massive bag of drugs; specifically pills. And I glanced at her again and she stepped back and looked like she was about to cry. And said whimpered “I-I thought you quit“
I saw it and was shocked and really couldn’t believe it was mine, but it was pretty apparent that I was probably addicted to drugs.
