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Q&A ! Woot!!!

Got called out in this email…

1) you said you were going to tell us how you found out that you’re allergic to tequila. Spill the tea!

Ok.. Ok…. So, I’ve talked about a guy who used to come in to the bar part of where I worked. I called him motorcycle Bob. He had a kind of  Mickey Rourke in 91/2 Weeks vibe. We had a two person book club. He’d come in and if I wasn’t doing something else I’d saddle up next to him and we’d discuss the book. I loved it because, to be honest, men didn’t really treat me like I had a brain. And, back in the day women did kind of dumb themselves down on the outside. I hated that. He listened to me. Also, I’m 99% sure that he was undercover DEA. That’s a whole other story. A girl came to work there, her name was Amber, and when I swerved he started dating her. It was weird actually…. There’s the back ground. 

I trusted this guy mostly, in public was best though. I did have a little gut instinct about him, like my son and I were walking to the grocery store one day and he stopped and asked if I needed a ride, I turned him down……but he and Amber were in the bar with another friend and I got pretty drunk. I felt safe because Amber and I were good friends and I trusted her… We all went to his house which had a strange attribute, there was a door and we were given STRICT instructions to never, ever, fucking ever,  open that door. 

They broke out a bottle of tequila with a worm. They wanted someone to get the worm. The friend of theirs was encouraging me to drink to get the worm but I only had like maybe a sip. 

I woke up about 6 hours later on my back in the bathroom. There was a sun roof in the bathroom ceiling and I remember being super foggy and thinking I’d died and that was the light at the end of the tunnel. 

Now that I’m writing this…. I feel worried about what happened to me. I have never blacked out. Before or since. Amber said she couldn’t open the door because my feet were against the door… And how did she know that?

I finally got up and drove to my doctor’s office.  It was him that said it must have been a tequila allergy….But, fuck, was it?  While I was at the doctor a boy came over to my apartment in the morning which he never did and he was told that I was at the doctor. I’ve never had tequila since. But I had before and never lost six hours….

I’m a little confused about this now…..

That’s my last question, I guess. Try again later.

Song: What It’s Like by Everlast ….., listen to those lyrics, they always get me

Me

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