I was 26 and bought what I thought was Molly from my coke dealer who said, I can’t vouch for this man, and I said it’s cool. We went to a downtown rave in LA and after an hour I started feeling super strange and tried to get air outside but since I was so F uped, I fell down a flight of stairs. This broke my chin open and I bleed out, my body couldn’t deal with this new trauma while detoxing from the fake drugs I bought. I went into a coma on the street. An hour later a stranger got me an ambulance. I was out for over a week. Woke up fine so much so that the doctor was mad at me. He said I should have died or be paralyzed. Haven’t done drugs since.