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A bunch of really, really dumb shit driving as a kid. But the closest I've ever been to death is a night of drinking capped off by doming pain killers. Buddy bought a bunch of 100mg morphine from a dude dying of cancer. Me, my brother and two of my buddies decided we wanted to really party after we got home from the bar. Decided that eating them wasn't good enough for some pros like ourselves. Ended up lying in bed unable to move or function; gasping for air like a fish and telling myself to breathe while praying for hours.
I fell asleep at some point not knowing if I was really gonna wake up.
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