Last new years' eve I got drugged against my will. I was at this fancy party in Bologna, entouraged around a celeb italian rockstar who is engaged with an ex-girlfriend of mine, and I didn't know nobody except her and him, and wandering around dark rooms with my mouth dry I accepted this sip from a girl's bottle of water. I kind of drank a quarter of what was left in the bottle. Later, since I was still thirsty, I went around, found her and got myself another large swallow from the bottle again and kissed her on the cheek. She looked at me funny though, but I didn't mind it. I was feeling great, a mix-up of affection for everybody in my field of vision and some tender erotic weakness in my legs.

The next day, I met my couple of friends at a bar opened on the Bologna's afternoon. After the whole night awake, sex with an unknown girl (not the one with the bottle), having strolled around Bologna hills and streets all morning, having checked out from the too much expensive hotel where I didn't even sleep, so much I was surprised to be well awake still, and with a strangely fast-beating heart, I finally learned it was MDMA I had liberally drunk from the bottle of water that night.

People is still having fun to this day from my reaction in that bar.
My, how many neurons I burned?! I cried. I won't be anymore the cleverest guy in the room! And all I've done tonight... that means nothing because it was all for the drugs, right?

But you had fun, said the rockstar.
I did. What a night!

The rockstar and my ex-girlfriend conceived a little girl that same night, who is today looking around the world with delicate beautiful eyes from her nervous still postion in the cradle, and I had my share of rockstarrish life. On the downside, yesterday I fell in the bathtub and hit my head badly, and my ass too, saw a white flash, and thought it was all the effect of that one-year-old drugged magical night which ruined my sense of balance for good. Damn those drugs.