Listen to this: a friend of mine ate 2 xanax bars and was drinking on some beer. As most people know, this is not a good equation heh. I wasn't there but apparently, he was at a party and was supposed to be taken to a house later where he could crash.. someone would drive him there. Well, somehow the person that was supposed to take him ended up with my friend's shoes/socks and left him at the party when everyone was leaving. Instead of being smart like calling people or whatnot, my friend made the 2 to 3 mile trek to his house on an Indiana interstate barefoot. Somehow he made it, but lost his car keys and cellphone in the progress.

The next day, he called me on his house phone and I picked him up to go help him find his car. He had no idea where it was because he couldn't remember shit. We ended up finding it at a Kroger parking lot and both rear-view mirrors were smashed in.

And this is why you don't take pills!