My friend Anna had moved back from out of town and was now living with her boyfriend and some of his friends. Little did I know this house was a bit of a drug den.

It wasn't until I was quite drunk that people started pulling out tons of cocaine, which was being used on the top level, and heroine and weed was being used on the main level. I didn't bother to venture downstairs as the sounds of fornicating drunks was audible from the main level. I sat at the table as one gentleman (also a roommate) told me about his most recent HIV scare as he was looking for a vein to shoot up in. While he told me his story a couple barged down stairs and started breaking dishes over each others heads. Apparently the girl didn't have any money to give her boyfriend for all the blow they just did. They are literally beating the shit out of each other. I go downstairs as they start throwing blows and find an unoccupied bed to lay in. HIV guy comes down stairs and demands to know why I am in his bed. I am uncomfortable, try to assert dominance and claim bed as mine. He says he must be in here to protect me from monsters. I ask what the fuck he is talking about, guy confesses he is schizophrenic. I don't believe him and he reaches into the bedside table and pulls out at least a dozen pill bottles. Guy starts trying to grope me, grabs my left breast, says the monsters will eat my heart. Nope the fuck out of there, as I'm running out the door on the main level I have to step over crazy coke couple. They are having loud angry sex in the middle of the living room floor while their heads are still bleeding from throwing glasses at one another, on top of glass shards from what appeared to be the broken mirror they were cutting coke on. Never took another call from Anna again, but her heroine junkie roommate would not stop texting me for months.