I’m not sure how drunk I was at that moment; my memory was nothing but a haze. All I could remember in my mind was that the sky was about as white as the ground, the sounds around me blocked out, suppressed like I was under water or had cotton in my ears. I clawed at the ground with my bare hands and it was cold and wet, kind of like snow, I guess. Pieces of the white and some dark stuff flew into my face and around me as I lay on the cold, damp ground and tried not to move. Voices were heard around me, all like whispers lost in a tangled mess of words and sounds, each and all, indecipherable to my ears. A flash came from the corner of my eyes and I closed them tight, trying to shield them from something I wasn’t even that sure of, except by instinct. Large thuds were all around me and I felt like I had been stepped on at one point as something like a prickly wave came across me as I lay on the ground, followed by a great whistle that grew in intensity until it finally opened up my near deaf ears to a fever pitch and a scream filled my ears and I could feel myself lifted off the ground and thrown, along with the cold, damp earth that I laid upon. My eyes opened up briefly and I could see the earth around me begin to spin before I came crashing down and everything went black.

I forgot how I got here or what I was doing here, even how I ended up in such a sorry state. Maybe I was drunk or maybe I was fueled up on some drugs, I wasn’t entirely sure. All I knew was that wherever I was or had been was like some kind of bad dream and certainly more potent than any hangover I had or was likely to experience again.

It’s not easy for me to recall all these events, because I’ll be damned if they even occurred at all, even if all these people tell me they did and that what I knew would be important to somebody. I’m not sure what all that means, but I’ll try to relate what I can and from whatever I can even remember.