How did an hour and a half of my life disappear?

Good evening everyone.

Earlier this evening I had an odd experience.
I literally lost an hour and a half of my life.

I shall explain.

Earlier this evening, around 9PM or so- I ended up at the skatepark with Cameron and Trent. They left to go to Matt's house and see him- so I decided to hang out around the skatepark and watch Joe get pissed from a manual to heel.

After Joe left I started walking towards Dairy Queen. Along the way, I called my grandmother- the time was 9:15PM when I called, and asked her not to lock the doors because I had forgotten my keys.

The next thing I remember is standing outside of someones home in the Projects. I remember everything about that place rather vividly. It was an ugly-as-fuck blue, with a weird little bench in the front yard. No fencing, no canopy above their platform inside.

Inside, I remember crappy floorboards that creaked. I don't remember any names or faces inside of there.

Next thing I remember... Pat Nemet yelling "HEY" to me. I stood there, perplexed. I said "Hello" back to him. He asked if I wanted a ride and I said something like "The thing is, I'm not sure where I'm going in what direction", to which he said "Are you high?", and I replied "Maybe a little, I don't know", I kept walking and he yelled "Do you want a cigarette?" I said "No thank you" and I kept walking. I remember looking at my phone and seeing 10:31PM.

What happened to that hour and fifteen minutes of my life?

Did I do drugs? Did I drink? Did I get gangraped for a pine scented air-freshener? I may never know, but I think Pat Nemet thinks I'm a drug addict. haha.


- Josh