Happy 40th Birthday, Asshole.

No, thanks.

The truth is, he drugged me.

Neat.

Part of me wanted to write the details, but really there are no words to accurately describe what happened that make any fucking sense other than I should have just stopped talking to him after the first time I called him a psychopath aloud.

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