Pat Freestone’s Love Life
“Another perfectly good relationship destroyed by a hole in the rubber.
“I’m assuming it was a hole—if not a complete rupture—in one of the methamphetamine-filled balloons resting somewhere in my colon that allowed a hefty bump of speed to seep out into my bloodstream at the most inopportune time and give old Pat Freestone a wakeup call from the front desk of the Heartbreak Hotel.”
Scroll down and read backwards for chronological order, to learn about: Pat’s rohypnol-fueled love life (with Pat taking the rohypnol), his proposed subtitled tattoo, his trip to Toronto to pick up metaamphetamines....