The night before I was hanging out with my friends at a dance club. It was extremely hot in the dance club so I ordered some water and went on with the night. We were dancing and having fun when all of a sudden a mosh pit started. I couldn't move or budge my way off the dance floor. As I tried to finding a way to get out, getting from point A to point B wasn't going to be easy as I thought. My persistence to get out of there was strong, but it didn't seem to help my situation. The only thing that was making it better, was the refreshing taste of the soda, which for some reason, didn't taste so refreshing anymore.
After that night, I found myself in jail the next morning. I didn't know how I got there or even what had happened. My heart began to race, I panicked. As I sat in the cell, freaking out, I began looking through my pockets. Memories from the night before came back to me as I went from the front pockets to the back pockets. Four dollars, 2 mints, a pony tail, soda bottle cap, and a random guys number was what I found.
The four dollars quickly became familiar to me. Admission to the dance was five dollars an
d the soda was one dollar. Remembering that I had only brought ten dollars with me, that was the difference of what I had bought during that night. Before going to the dance club, my friends and I went to pizza hut and grabbed some mints before we left, which is where and how I got the mints. I went over and thought about the pony tail. I was sure that my hair was up during the dance because it was so hot, but I remembered that I had brought an extra one just in case the other one broke. I had a hard time remembering why I had put my soda cap in my pocket, but it occurred to me that it got very annoying putting it on and off the entire night so I just stuck it in there.
A random guys numbers was the mystery of my pocket discovery, but I was familiar with the name, Gary. He was guy that was dancing beside me all night acting crazy and shouting. Thinking more and more about him, I remembered him taking my soda, saying something, and then handing it back to me. Naive as I was, I didn't think anything about it.
Still sitting in jail, moments of the night were coming clear. What I remembered was acting crazy and wild. No one was able to control me, so the authorities were brought out. I was taken to jail to sober up they said, and it came clear to me, that someone had spiked my soda. Ending up in jail or getting drunk was not my intentions, so I learned to always keep my caps on my bottles.
After that night, I found myself in jail the next morning. I didn't know how I got there or even what had happened. My heart began to race, I panicked. As I sat in the cell, freaking out, I began looking through my pockets. Memories from the night before came back to me as I went from the front pockets to the back pockets. Four dollars, 2 mints, a pony tail, soda bottle cap, and a random guys number was what I found.
The four dollars quickly became familiar to me. Admission to the dance was five dollars an
d the soda was one dollar. Remembering that I had only brought ten dollars with me, that was the difference of what I had bought during that night. Before going to the dance club, my friends and I went to pizza hut and grabbed some mints before we left, which is where and how I got the mints. I went over and thought about the pony tail. I was sure that my hair was up during the dance because it was so hot, but I remembered that I had brought an extra one just in case the other one broke. I had a hard time remembering why I had put my soda cap in my pocket, but it occurred to me that it got very annoying putting it on and off the entire night so I just stuck it in there.A random guys numbers was the mystery of my pocket discovery, but I was familiar with the name, Gary. He was guy that was dancing beside me all night acting crazy and shouting. Thinking more and more about him, I remembered him taking my soda, saying something, and then handing it back to me. Naive as I was, I didn't think anything about it.
Still sitting in jail, moments of the night were coming clear. What I remembered was acting crazy and wild. No one was able to control me, so the authorities were brought out. I was taken to jail to sober up they said, and it came clear to me, that someone had spiked my soda. Ending up in jail or getting drunk was not my intentions, so I learned to always keep my caps on my bottles.
