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May 17, 2004
"Dude, let's go get some tequila! There's a great sale on Sauza!"

That was the start of my night. Christy and I come back to the apartment, take shots until the bottle's gone. And then we're off… Off to see what's happening anywhere we can. She passes out in a friend's lap – hours before I come close to feeling tired. People peak out, one by one, everyone leaving.

B asks if I still want to hang out; I do. Only flashes of memory from there. Red hair. Nipple ring. A condom. I can't find anything – my clothes, purse.

Especially myself.