A look into the life of one affected with Bipolar 1
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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college was amazing. I was accepted socially and had class four days a week for a few hours. One Sunday morning, after a night of drinking until 6 a.m. I was watching a marathon of scrubs in bed when I heard a knock on the door, I crept out of bed and open the door, finding a floor mate wearing jean shorts and a striped colored shirt. Yo, do the whole floor's goto a potty tonight, you and kind of want to come. I look back at Carter, who was also curing his hangover with Scrubs, and he gave me the thumbs up from his bed without looking back. We're in. I'm Brett, by the way. I put my hand up. Bobby, he said, is he shook my hand. He scurried off to the next room, and I close the door. I could hear through the wall. You, Nate, there's a party tonight. You and Brad want to come. I smiled and got back into bed. Later that afternoon, I finally made it out of bed, threw some gym clothes on and started to the community bathroom to brush my teeth. On my way, I noticed the light marijuana smell. I looked to my left and noticed a bit of smoke coming out of one of the rooms. How about nothing of it and continued to the bathroom to get ready for the gym. I'm on my way back to Smokey Door, opened like the tunnel before a WW wrestling match with three smiling students walking out. Then a glaze died. Floor maid, wearing a backward Yankee hat, shorts and a white tank top stuck his head out. You'll dude wanna play Mario party.