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Originally posted by CUGreekgirl
I know what you mean about wondering if its you next. I have barely escaped death a few times. In the wreck that totaled my car in September when it hydroplaned and hit a tree sideways on the drivers side I ended up getting 7 staples in my head. If my head had been two inches closer to the tree, my head would have hit the tree instead of just the window, i wouldn't be alive. It makes me wonder why fate decided to give me those two inches that spared my life?
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I know, right? Thats fucking scary.
My first time of near death came in spring 1999, I was depressed, in college, my frat was in the process of having our charter pulled and we were being expelled from campus, two of my frat brothers died in fights during the Univ of Florida vs. univ of Tennesse game during the fall. By the spring everyone was kicked out of our chapter and things started getting really shitty. I was working in a rave club as a DJ and DJs Debbie D (
http://www.thedjvibe.com/djs/debbied/) and Baby Anne (
http://www.bassqueen.com/) were my special guests, along with DJ Mike B (
http://www.phatcatrecords.com/html/a...-my-energy.ram -thats a sample of his stuff). We were all four drinking pretty hard and then somehow some sigma chi ended up with GHB in the dj booth. I had never had it before, didnt know anything about it except that it fucked you up. I don't know strong it was or anything. They took 2 shots of it (a full gatorade cap full of it) and were fine. Meanwhile i was killing liquid cocaine shots and 190 Octane with 153 grain alcohol shots. After that I took 2 caps of the GHB, about 10 minutes later all I remember was laughing with Anne and Debbie while they were hugging me and next thing I know I woke up strapped to a hospital bed with a tube coming out of my dick. And my arms and ankles had leather straps restraining me. This was at 8am and I absolutely didnt remember anything from 1:00am to 8:00am. They said I passed out in the club, the ambulance came and got me. By the time I got to the hospital and was put in the bed with the thing coming out of my dick while draining my body, I came to and they said I knocked a doctor out when I woke up seeing him standing over me. After that they gave me a sedative, or so they say, and when I woke up thats when I saw myself strapped to the bed with 2 cops there and a doctor asking me who I was.....calling me John Doe. Thank god Debbie and Anne took my wallet and the police and doctors didnt know who I was. I told them I was one of my friends from back home, acted like I had a hard time knowing who I was, and gave them some random social security number and they released me ( i was so lucky I ended up not having to pay that med bill because of not telling them who i really was). After that the police asked me a few questions as to why i had GHB in my system. I acted like I didnt know what that was and since I was DJing that night...people were giving me free drinks all night and bringing them to me. I said someone must have slipped something in my drink. The doctor told me I was really close to dying. My heart rate and breathing rate was so low they seriously thought I was about to die. The doctor reccommended me to go to some substance abuse place but I never did. I figured I didnt need to since it was my first time doing it and I had no fucking clue what that shit would have done to me since drinking all that strong liqour. Trust me, I was shaken up for a few months and didnt even want to hear about GHB while I was in the same room with some of my frat brothers. I told my parents I got alcohol poisining instead of nearly dying from GHB, told them I drank 750ml of Vodka that way they wouldnt freak over the GHB. Since then I had never been so stupid with it to where I ended up in the hospital. But yea, this is just ONE time I should have been dead. The other two were insane car situations to where all it mattered between my life and death were a mere 30 seconds and an avril lavigne song.
Cash