Too much Xanax and Grey Goose. Got mad. Went outside with a butcher knife and started walking around flexing on random people (I lived in the hood). Smashed everything in the downstairs of my house, glass table, TV, lamps, etc. Got sketched and threw a bunch of shit I don't care to name in the trees behind my house. Hid thousands of dollars from myself that I did not find until a month later. Went to my friends house with all my drugs. Did most of my drugs, quarter of fishscale, a bunch of X, Vicodins, and a shitload of herb. Started to feel like I was going to die and thought a bunch of Loratabs would calm me down. Could hardly move for days. All of this was pieced together after the fact, I had no idea what had happened the next day. I'm not sure how I survived. Never again.