I got my hands on a script of 90 xani bars back in the day. I had never taken them before that day. It was a thursday. I took one at around 4pm. Remember feeling clumbsy, kind of jelly legged.. I'm pretty sure I took another around 6 or so. The next thing I remember it was Saturday morning and I was standing in the hallway and my sister was laughing at me. I thought It was friday Morining, but she told me it was Saturday. She also told me that I had no pants on. Man, I felt like shit that morning. I found out later that day from my freinds that I was the life of the party thrusday night. The party at my house. That I don't remember having. They say, I was giving out these xanax to anyone who wanted them. I was jumping in the pool naked, and i passed out on the couch, with a house full of people, also naked. Friday afternoon, they woke me up off the livingroom couch and told me to go to bed. I have no memory of this. When I came to on saturday, I had no Xanax, no money, no car keys (they took those away) And No PANTS. I made phone calls for hours trying to figure out, What the Fuck happened to Friday, and WHERE ARE MY PANTS.......

Never the less, That was the first time I took Xanax, Certainly not the last........

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