I had  just lost both of my jobs, about to lose everything, working my way just a little bit  past the pandemic. I am pretty sure I had already applied to a thousand job. Hot and depressed, my friend came across a trip she absolutely believed we could afford. I thought I could afford it. I couldn’t. So I opened up another credit card. 

Let’s set the scene. 

Two Girls. A 2020 jeep. And a yacht party we couldn’t afford later. 

We got into this party, hyped. Made a beeline to the bar, for drinks we couldn’t afford. I’m loathing my entire existence, pounding down whatever was handed to me until I felt good enough to not give a fuck. 

I’m absolutely thrashed, grinding on strangers when this girl comes up to us and ask if we wanted a sniff. I looked at my friend, and she looked at me back. We shrugged and took a whiff. 

That’s the scary part of having a “If you do it, I’ll do it” friend. I don’t know how much I inhaled but on the drive home we both felt nothing. 

How do you fail at everything, including doing party drugs?