I need someone, a person to talk to...

Oh, Violent Femmes. You're like a parasite at the moment, this moment in February.

Anyway.
I almost died last night. Not something I had on my to-do list. And no, it wasn't foreshadowed. I'm not quite sure how it all came about, but I have been gathering bits and pieces of it, as the day goes on.

And it still terrifies me.

The day consisted of Dave and I going over to Rob's house so the boys can practice for their show that's happening tonight, of which included that I stop at the store so Dave could buy a pint of whiskey. It was Radio Show Day after all. Good times were had over at the house when the boys practiced, we helped with Rob's paper route, and were on our terrifying little way in the shitstorm that is considered to be snow nowadays. Screw winter. I'm done with it.

We were mildly late for the start of the radio show, but it still happened. We had high hopes of sledding after an hour of the show, but that ended up not happening, and so Bram and I (all names mentioned are merely friends and/or roommates if you're still confused. I write like I'm in a deep conversation...whoops.) ventured out for the boozerun and some food.

Good times.
I made myself two short drinks of rum and off-brand Coke, and swigged those periodically throughout a few hours. I think this is where it gets tricky.
There was hairspray and a lighter, and both were ignited during a two and a half minute song, with the door shut, in a small room. No ventilation whatsoever.

Cough, cough, gag, keel...

..."NICOLE! Dave, we need to take her to the hospital!"
I woke with a start, tremble, twitch, and tears. When I fully came to, Bram and Dave were both on either side of me, where I was sitting, debating on the next responsible move. Apparently I had been out for an hour, and they just assumed I was wasted, despite the fact that I only had one and a half short drinks of weak mixed varieties.

I scared the shit out of Bram, genuinely so, which wasn't my intention whatsoever. But after last night, it shone a new light on the friendship that Bram and I have, which I'm pretty grateful for.

But...
what perplexes me is that they just left me there. Wait, scratch that. Moreso Dave just left me there. And after gathering up some information from radio listeners, he was making fun of the situation. Some best friend.

And now, I'm crying.