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The scary thing is I have never been drunk or in any way altered to my knowledge, and I have still lost a day. It was the first time I went to a friends house, back in HS, apparently there was pizza DnD cereal from dog bowls, all of it, I have half a dozen witnesses and my own mother knew of me going there and some of what happened inside. I don't recall any of it, not a fucking lick of it at all. My first time in his house was in college and I remember it vigorously, hell I got lost cause he thought I knew where his head was when I had never been there as far as I can remember. No Drinking No Drugs No Traumatic Experiences, Why don't I remember???
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