[Zeke]

Originally Posted by nostatic

25 years ago to the day, I was starting yet another afternoon in a narcotic haze, and just building on that as the evening progressed. The last thing I remember was taking two doridens around midnight (to go on top of the rest of the cornucopia I'd consumed).

Short story is I missed xmas 1983. Came to on the couch, tried to get up and walk but just fell over, crawled to the clock to try and figure out what time it was. My on-again, off-again heroin addict roomate came out of his room and said, "oh good, you're alive. We had to prop you up because you weren't breathing so well."

I hate the holidays for a lot of reasons, but I try not to complain these days. And in fact, I figure that tomorrow will be the best one yet, no matter who I'm with or what I'm doing. I've seen worse. Well, maybe "see" is the wrong verb...

Remembering your posts from 2002, I think you took a few years to come down....