I think that was a neurontin I swallowed. Used to take those. Boy that was really stupid. Santa came. He brought a gun.

Having awoken to Christmas morning from a strange, alcohol fueled nightmare involving CIA agents who control people with heroin, I found my sister still sleeping and so I popped on to twitter to kill some time. Blurry eyed and having absolutely no idea what neurontin is and no context for this tweet because I hadn't seen your earlier comment about your foot hurting, I imagined wanton Christmas carnage had occured at your home under the influence of randomly selected psychedelics. The sort of Christmas story you'd get from a tag team of Quentin Tarantino and William S. Burroughs. So, thanks, I guess, for the strange mental image which I hope is the furthest thing from the truth. :)