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Last night I woke up to a very disoriented man laying in the middle of my dining room. I think the thump from him hitting the floor is what woke me up. He had no idea where he was, how he got here, how he got into the house, or what he was on. I'd like to say I didn't know the man, just for the sake of the story, but I did. He use to be a friend of mine until he got off into drugs real bad. We ended on a bad note and I haven't seen or talked to him in months.

He wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes and his girlfriend lives clear across town. I tried calling an Ambulance for him because his nose and mouth were bleeding and he was puking everywhere. I thought he was just drunk, but I didn't smell any alcohol on him. I went outside to wait on the EMS and he went out the back door. I chased him all over the neighborhood until I could finally get him in the car to take him back to his girlfriends house.

A little freaked out and definitely changing the locks on the doors.

Did you call him back up and tell him to come clean his mess up?

You should hook him up with your sister. Or was the methqueen just a friend of yours? It's really tough to remember all the damaged people in your life, Delva.