At the Knox St Bar.
Ray, Toph and I downed this thing in 3 drinks… it hurt real bad. We all felt sick from the amount of sugar in it – and that’s before the alcohol even really hit us.
Toph, spewing forth bile composed of alcohol, cigarette tar/nicotine, taquitos, and pizza.
Or it was chocolate pudding… I don’t exactly remember…
I think Ray took this – I sure don’t remember taking it.
In Texas, you buy your beer by the bucket
Ray is dead, Toph is messaging hard.
The peeps at Toph’s place when I got there, minus Bisch, who "has to go home, I’m sooo drunk", and minus Misty and Steven who had already left as well.