He then asked to take my fingerprints, and I was so sweaty, my fingerprints would not read. We tried it four or five times on each hand, rubbed alcohol on them, put them under a fucking fan, nothing, bitch. The 30 milligrams were starting to hit hard. Was I even a human being, or was I an alien? I was so worried I’d be detained, I literally shit myself. Well, more like sharted in my pantalones.
