I was living in a shitty rented room with a bunch of christian filipino old people and their bipolar 50 year old son. I was out of work(common for me) and receiving unemployment benefits which I received that morning. I went to get groceries which at the time only consisted of oranges and fudgecicles. I decided it was a good idea to spend the rest on morphine pills and fentanyl patches. After meeting with my dealer who lived 40 mins away i immediately applied the patch and took 7 morphine pills. I then drove my motorcycle home. I had been doing this for a while so I had a good tolerance to the fentanyl and was able to drive as well as any person who had a concussion or had suffered severe head trauma. I made it home though and decided to watch baby driver and take three more morphine. I got to the scene where they are in michael myers masks then I woke up 28 hours later. I was completely suddenly very confused. I sat up in bed and saw orange peels and at least 8 fudgecicle sticks. I threw back my duvet and saw a huge brown stain on my mattress(no sheet cuz im trashy). It was still very wet. It was summer so I assumed i had passed out eating my fudgecicles and they melted. I took a sniff and unfortunately shit doesnt smell like fudge. I had kinda OD’d and shit myself but goddamnit I was still a drug addict so when I noticed that my morphine pills baggie was covered too I had to just wipe it off and hold my nose when I swallowed them. I threw away my mattress that day outside. Later in the day I saw my roommate dragging it back in cuz they didnt seem to mind the stain as much as I did.