New Years 2011. It was winter break, and I was home from college, and it was very possible I would be homeless the next semester. My grades had slipped to the point that my scholarship was in jeopardy. I was considering dropping out of the program entirely. I was 1mo pregnant via someone I was no longer in contact with and had a marriage proposal on the table from a closeted friend who thought me and a baby would make a great beard. I was at a NYE party with a friend who eventually made it clear he was my date, was sexually assaulted by the host of the party, and bystanders did not understand our conversation because it was in a different language. I had initially abstained, but after that point I got the most fucked up I ever had, drug-wise. I can’t believe I didn’t die. It feels like after that night, my life started its second season, which a better cast and a different tone.