| Everything was a palette of blurred electric colors flashing around me like a strobe light. Last night is now a distant memory, now a part of my written time on earth that i will only remember in sober flash backs.
Trent was there, I think, and i probably made a sloppy fool out of myself carrying my purple silk milannos down centre street cat calling passer-bys. Thank god for Adrianna, who later pulled up beside me in her white M3 series BMW with absolutly no hint of surprise on her face when finding me hunched over a park bench begging my body to purge up the toxins fixating in my body.
"Your an idiot" she looked over at me with no remorse.
My long wavy auburn hair was sticking to the light sheen of sweat that covered my tanned shoulders and chest, my thick eye liner was smudged effectively around my electric blue eyes, and once we hit the freeway the cool summer air washed over me and was silently erasing the night off of me.
I remember Adrianna saying something about how 'fame corrupts even the most innocent souls,' and i nodding along not completely agreeing nor listening.
Its only a cliche i silently reminded myself, the young, rich and famous and their incapability of staying out of trouble and the drugs, thats not me. This was a one time affair and the pain of todays hangover is a not-so-friendly reminder.
Welcome home.
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