Alarmingly Strange Stories

"Do you need another beer?" she asked. I had almost a full can but I said yes anyway. I didn't know Yvonne could drink like she was drinking. One beer after another we kept drinking, laughing and having a good time. Amazing how alcohol can lower barriers between people. There are no pretenses, no bullshit, just what is the true essence of what you think. When you're drunk you don't think before you talk, you just say what you mean. Of course this could be good or bad depending on what you say and whom you say it to. In the space of two hours we each drank a twelve pack. I knew I was drunk and I thought she had to be drunk also. This is when the drunk talk began. I told her I thought she was beautiful. OK maybe I wasn't that eloquent. What I actually said was DAMN YOU ARE ONE FINE SEXY WOMEN. She just told me that I was sweet and that I was probably drunk. I told her I was drunk but that didn't change the fact that I thought she was a babe. She laughed at this and flashed her brilliant smile at me. She then grabbed my hand and told me to follow her. My mind was racing I didn't know what to think. I followed her and hoped none of my co-workers would see me. We went into the back yard and went into a shed in the back. To my surprise there were five people that I didn't know sitting there. Yvonne made the introductions but I am terrible with names so I didn't really care who they were. I was wondering why the hell she brought me here. Then Yvonne said lets play roulette. I've heard of spin the bottle and the postman but I didn't have any idea what roulette was. What the hell I'll play. I sat up at the table and saw seven needles on a tray. Even in my drunken state I knew this wasn't good. Heroin was in one of the needles and the other six filled with saline. I had never done heroin before and honestly it scared the shit out of me. I had my little experiments with pot and acid and ecstasy but I had never ever shot anything into my veins. The thought also excited me a little. What were the chances that I would get the needle? My luck had always been bad. My stomach was churning and butterflies were rampant in my stomach. Yvonne gave me a little wink and my mind was made up. The tray was spun around and we all blindly took our needles. I guess as fate would have it I got lucky or unlucky depending on how you want to look at it. The sensation was indescribable. I felt a sudden rush. I no longer had control, my head was bobbing back and forth. Warm tingling sensations filled my entire body. It felt as if my whole body was asleep and waking up. Then I got scared because I hate not feeling in control. I couldn't get up, I could barely move. I cried out and Yvonne gently cradled my head. She gently brushed my hair back. That sensation was unbelievable to be touched was total joy. "Is this your first time, baby?" she asked. She could tell by my reaction that it was. It's going to be all right, she said. She still gently soothed me and caressed me. I don't remember much after that. I guess I passed out. I woke up after what seemed to be hours. I wanted to get up Yvonne was still holding my head. "How long was I out I asked?" She smiles at me and says you weren't. This totally floors me. I had to be out for at least five or six hours. I look up at everybody else and realize she's telling the truth. I struggle to get to my feet and walk out into the nice cool night. I feel great still a little out of control but great. I take a few steps and vomit with out warning. I didn't gag no warning at all the vomit came as unexpectedly as a sneeze. I see a duck waddle over and begin to consume the vomit. That's going to be one fucked up duck, I thought. This strikes me as hilarious. I begin to rant and rave feed the ducks everyone must feed the ducks. I run around in circles chanting this over and over until I collapse in a heap.

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