Ew, E.
I had an ex hound me until I agreed. I had a ****ing blast, too. I punched him a few times, kicked a hole in my apartment wall, ground my teeth, sang to some angry music, and basically raged out.
Not only did I tell him it was a bad idea, but I also warned him I typically react adversely to drugs.
So while I was having the time of my life in the moment (I wouldn't stop repeating myself, I had an awesome little rhythm going about how I wanted to be a rockstar), I would never do it again. Filling that hole in my wall, and replacing my oven door was NOT fun.
Give me something I can take,
Can take to make the memories fade.
Poison kiss, remember this,
I never was meant for this day.