Oct 3, 2026 · 31 min · 9 segments
Spooky Season starts with the scariest thing of all: **MY OWN FUCKING DECISION-MAKING. 😭** Before I had sense, before I knew better, and apparently before my survival instincts fully developed… I…
I didn't have a designated driver, you know what I'm saying? But I didn't care at all.
I'd be at the bar drinking, shooting pool, like transportation home was a problem for the future me, not the present me.
But future me was drunk as fuck too.
But one particular night, I probably will never forget to this day.
You know what I'm saying? We at the bar, right? Doing what we normally do.
Everybody drinking, shooting pool, talking shit.
And this woman walks up to me.
Now, mind you, I don't know this person.
She looks at me and says, damn, mama, you think it's a motherfucking snigger.
And then slaps
me on the ass.
Yeah, yeah, it happened.
It happened.
Fuck me up.
Fuck me up.
I'm over here like, bitch.
I mean, I remember standing there with a pool stick in my hand, having two completely different drunk thoughts at the same damn time.
Thought number one was, oh, okay, somebody thinks I look good, I guess.
But remember, I'm drunk.
Bar lights got everybody looking good.
Liquor got my self-esteem sitting at about 47 out of 10.
But then the other half of my brain checks in and says, I know this bitch didn't just touch me.
Looking back at that shit now, yeah, that woman put her hands on me without my motherfucking permission.
And at the time, though, I basically kind of laughed it off.
I wasn't interested.
I didn't have a designated driver, you know what I'm saying? But I didn't care at all.
I'd be at the bar drinking, shooting pool, like transportation home was a problem for the future me, not the present me.
But future me was drunk as fuck too.
But one particular night, I probably will never forget to this day.
You know what I'm saying? We at the bar, right? Doing what we normally do.
Everybody drinking, shooting pool, talking shit.
And this woman walks up to me.
Now, mind you, I don't know this person.
She looks at me and says, damn, mama, you think it's a motherfucking snigger.
And then slaps
me on the ass.
Yeah, yeah, it happened.
It happened.
Fuck me up.
Fuck me up.
I'm over here like, bitch.
I mean, I remember standing there with a pool stick in my hand, having two completely different drunk thoughts at the same damn time.
Thought number one was, oh, okay, somebody thinks I look good, I guess.
But remember, I'm drunk.
Bar lights got everybody looking good.
Liquor got my self-esteem sitting at about 47 out of 10.
But then the other half of my brain checks in and says, I know this bitch didn't just touch me.
Looking back at that shit now, yeah, that woman put her hands on me without my motherfucking permission.
And at the time, though, I basically kind of laughed it off.
I wasn't interested.
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