I was in college roughly 10 years ago. Woke up from a Xanax induced baby coma and accused my roommates of robbing me because apparently they temporarily confiscated the rest of my stash. Most likely because I was already mangled enough. Anyway, I packed like two different pairs of shoes, my laptop, and I’m not even sure what else. Threw it all in a bag. I also wrote all over my fish tank in white out. Things along the lines of “feed me,” “don’t forget to feed me.” Somehow made it to an ATM where I took out like $300 and paid for a cab back to where my parents were living. Was this too much money to pay? Yes, I’m sure. The cab driver dropped me off like 20 minutes away from where I was supposed to be. I wasn’t coherent enough to recognize where I was. But I saw a McDonalds so I ate a wrap. I guess I seemed out of it cause the workers called the cops on me. The cop was actually nice and drove me to a friend’s apartment. She wasn’t home but said I could stay there overnight. I’m not sure why she allowed that. After that I was MIA for another day. Not sure what I did after that. Family was freaking out at the time, basically what you would expect. This was a while ago when my drug use was still surprising them. But yeah so I dropped out of school that night, essentially, because I never went back following this little hiccup aaand now I shoot heroin.