It was too much. It was too much, and I knew that. The glass touched my lips and the liquid seared my throat - fire and shards of glass. My blood flared, my eyes widened, my heart quickened, my feet stumbled over one another. I gasped, coughed, sputtered and finally smiled.

This was good shit.

The poison corrupted my senses. The faces of my friends split apart like amoebas and I could not help but laugh fiercely while one became two and two became four. This kaleidoscope world twisted my perspective and wiped away any sense of lucidity I carried within my mind. Obscurity and clarity blurred together with the dim lights of this room, this world that had mounted around me. I swear I could feel the planet spinning fast below my feet. I attempted a few stumbling steps only to meet with the floor. The earth betrayed my balance and I took solace in the hard ground, trying to make the world stop spinning so fast. On any given night, except for this night, no person can even sense that the world is turning beneath them. But this night was a different night. This night, reality dissipated and in its place was an illusion. An illusory world where gravity deceives and the simple laws of physics become turncoats. Where I couldn't stand even if I had wanted to, where walking proved fruitless save for a quick slap to the face by a cruel floor.

No, I did not fall. The floor came up and slapped me, and that's my story. I surely did not fall. I'm not that graceless.

I sat up cautiously, eyeing those around me. I was met with befuddled glances, looks of worry, and peals of cruel laughter. The dim lights shadowed their features menacingly. I was in the company of demons. I was dancing with the devil tonight. Panic set in and I succeeded in standing upright, for now.

I looked down and wondered vaguely when my dress had become a belt.

More laughter.

I briefly lamented that day's purchase, thinking that if this would be my dress' end, I should have just worn pants. Much more practical.

Even more laughter.

Why was everyone laughing? Why couldn't I remember how I had gotten to that point?

Laughter and...a helping hand.

Did I get carried away? Am I literally being carried away?

The laughter is dull now, my guardian is guiding me away from the demons and down the hall.

I'm happy to be delivered out of the darkness and into light.

A blur has placed a wastebasket beneath my chin and I cleanse my stomach of its venomous contents.

I'm exhausted and confused.

My consciousness can't handle any more abuse and promptly shuts off.

I wake up in a foreign bed that next morning. My head hurts and my mouth is dry. I drive home. As I collapse onto my bed, I briefly wondered what the hell had happened the previous night. I supposed I'd have to hear it from the grapevine.