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Posted by sar on July 27, 2001, at 2:42:16

This is just terrible, but I don't know where else I can post this or what group I can talk to to get varying opinions. I was admitted to the psych ward of a hospital a week or 2 ago and got together with a friend I met there. I'm from the right side of the tracks; he's from the classically historiccaly "wrong" side of the tracks, not that that matters, because we both agreed that we'd get together to drink tallboys and snort coke.

So I'm on the wrong side of the tracks ina neighborhood I don't know, and my friend my the psych ward is slurringly, stumbly drunk. His dealer tries to rip me off but I'm too smart; hours later my friend collapses at a house that I'm not sure is his, and I see the dealer across the street. "hey come here!" he shouts. "What do you want?" I call back. He shrugs. "Come help me with C____" I say, and he comes out and says, "I'd rather fuck" and grabs me 'round the hip but I shove him off and say that we have to make sure C____ is in the right house.

Once, in the house, I discover that C___ actually knew where he lived. but the dealer was still there. "hey come on," he said," and he grabbed my crotch. "get away," i said, and he kept doing it, kept grabbing me, and finally I bitch-smacked him across the face to show him that I'm tough. (Physically, i am very feminine, small-boned, thin, longhaired etc--I've the heart of Janis Joplin, but not the body). He hit me back, pushed my forehead and knocked me down onto the bed, kept alternately hitting me and grabbing my crotch and calling me "bitch."

My friend C____ was too passed-out drunk to do anything except lie there.

So my question is, what do you do when you're half-drunk, hopped up on drugs, have a warrant (for speeding tickets), and some bastard is slapping you around?

I've finished off my coke and I think I'll be clenching my teeth all night.

I wish I were a bodybuilder, I wish I could have kicked his ass--

i feel sick from the whole night.

love,
sar


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