"Co-co Nuts"..... from chapter 21
Once
inside the bathroom, I stood there in front of the toilet, not knowing which end
should go first. Then what to my surprise, nothing happened. All I really had to
do was spring a leak, while the rest of my body started to subside. I stood
there for what seemed like an hour, but it was only a few minutes. My friends
were knocking on the door to see if I was all right. “Yeah, I’m alright you
bastards!” I said perplexly, because I could still hear them laughing at me.
They saw the whole incident as kind of a joke, because they had never seen me
outside of my character like that, and they knew I wouldn’t be all that happy
about it. It was all in fun, but the problem was, that it wasn’t over yet.
As I emerged from the bathroom, I was still feeling quite dizzy and still hadn’t regained my balance yet. Just outside the door was a landing, where the top of the stairs descended in a straight line to the bottom. The bottom of the stairs was only a step away from the main entrance of the house. There was a wooden door that opened into the living-room area, and a storm door that open toward the outside of the house. Unfortunately when I reached for the banister at the top of the stairs I missed it. With no sense of balance, I went stumbling down the stairs while yelling, “somebody open the door, I got to go out!” The room was packed so it was easy for someone to open the inside door, but there wasn’t enough time to open the storm door. When I got to the bottom of the steps I was completely out of control as I hit the storm door and ripped it completely from the house, sash and all. My momentum kept me going onto the front landing of the house, and finally stretched out, face down onto the lawn.
It was pouring rain, and there I was, face down in the grass and mud. Somehow I had a resurgence of the euphoric disabling drugs and I was out cold for sure. The next day when I awakened in my house, I had no idea how I got there. I was still wet and dirty, and was felling the effects of a horrific dope-over. The last thing I could remember, was the encounter with the storm door, as if it was some kind of inter-planetary portal. As soon as I recovered, I called the party hostess to apologize for my actions. She was still laughing; knowing it was the talk of the town. She was a very good friend, and told me that everything was okay and back to normal. She also reminded me of how crazy I was as we hung up phones to prepare for the next night down at the nightclub.