I got beat up and robbed on Sunday.

By three white paramilitary antagonists and a black paramilitary antagonist. <br><br>One of them managed to crush a pill in my mouth. They were good. <br><br>The pill was a 2mg alprazolam/diazepam combination. <br><br>I started to feel like I was in danger. Slowly, the danger became less dangerous and then it became funny. So funny that I really couldn’t help but laugh. I laughed and laughed. <br><br>Eventually I managed to get out of there. <br><br>I was antagonized earlier by white paramilitary antagonists. They arrested me. They took my pills. I was sad. <br><br>I went to see my prescriber. He gave me more pills. <br><br>The pills worked very well. I was able to forget the white antagonists. <br><br>The pills worked very well. I was able to forget the pills. <br><br>I continue to antagonize. I feel great. <br><br>Edit: To clarify, the paramilitary antagonists were police officers.<br><br>Edit2: To further clarify, I was arrested. The alprazolam/diazepam pills were in my pocket when I was arrested. Officers apparently took them. ????<br><br>Edit4: I don’t know how it didn’t occur to me that the police actually gave me the pill. That’s a good joke. <br><br>Edit5: I just got out of jail but my brother and stepmother are at my place and they antagonized me. I left and am in the hospital. I antagonized them too.<br><br>Edit6: I just got supplied again.