An ER doctor spoke to the student body at my school during the heroin epidemic of the late 90's in Plano. He said that most heroin deaths occur by paralyzing the throat, while making a person viciously nauseous. Basically, the person drowns in their own vomit expressed into their lungs. So, they drown from the inside out and can't ask for help. That sounds right up there with burning. The time I almost drowned in Acapulco, though, it was actually sort of peaceful. I probably didn't drown because I didn't panic--I just sort of drifted along until I was out of the rip current. But I defnitely thought I was going to die. I'm not a fan of the sea to this day.
It was while I was dating my husband. As usual, he wasn't paying attention and didn't even know I was gone.
I would take Coedine syrup death. You drink too much syrup, your heart stops in your sleep, you feel nothing, just don't wake up.
Spend my last dime on drugs and sex, then jump off a tall building or auto-erotic asphyxiation. That last moment alive should be some kind of high.
If I take a date to Acupulco and she's in a bikini and she's as hot as I think you were (then ) she's got my attention 24/7. You should've dumped him after the bill got paid.
