The Life of a Story in Progress 004: Down the Rabbit Hole

The year is 1974. I’m having a party at my apartment at 23 Mott St., Worcester, MA. Pretty much everyone I know is there. (I actually had fiends back then) In the course of a lot of drinking and smoking pot I also got some THC into my system. Not sure how or why. In any case, it didn’t work out so well and I freaked out and kicked everyone out of my apartment. None of my friends ever mentioned it after the fact. 

I guess that’s what friends are for…to ignore you when you’re a complete idiot.