Yup…you read correctly.
While I was in California during my ‘industry’ days, I overdosed on pills. I took about 3-3.5 ecstasy pills, body went cold, hands and feet turned blue, couldn’t breathe. I begged someone to call an ambulance, only for those same folks who called themselves ‘friends’ to either lock themselves in bedrooms or leave the house b/c…they ‘don’t want any part of any snitch shit.’
When the ambulance arrived, only two people went with me. It’s not that I really expected anyone to have my back but who sits around and does nothing, even if it’s that person’s own mistake?
Nonetheless, the insurance company that I was with covered most of it and I guess THIS is what’s remaining…years later.
The price I paid in one moment of stupidity to help me temporarily forget about several…
I really need to finish this book.