This Is Why I Do Drugs

I woke up this morning with a strange man in my bed and shards of glass in my feet.  My makeup was still on.  My dress was still on.  My panties were still on.  I must have walked Hollywood Blvd. barefoot again.  He must’ve walked me home and made sure I didn’t get ravaged, raped, and murdered.  The story to my night is still pending considering I do not remember anything about it…yet.  This is why I don’t drink anymore.  (I just sneezed all over my laptop screen…I must’ve been cold in my skank hoe dress last night too)