Photo: Alyssa Castro
By Alyssa Castro
As I walk into a random house I’m greeted by smiling faces. All around me are friends, united in a common purpose — to have a good time, by any means necessary.
Reality escapes me and I’m lost in the moment. I soon regain my confidence to be social so I begin to circle the room, looking for new people to meet, a drink to fill my cup or something to smoke. As I walk around I notice a crowd of people surrounding a game of “beer pong” while others, smoking and drinking alcohol, are spread throughout the room.
The hours pass by and I lose track of what I’ve consumed. My want to socialize begins to wear off, and this tingling sensation in the back of my head begins to take control. I wander through the rooms, looking for an exit from this house filled with dozens of young people. I find the backyard. I’m leaning against the wall for support as everything around me begins to spin and I lean over. My stomach is clenching and I begin to vomit.
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