Suicidal Man Finds Will To Live After Hookers And Cocaine In Mexico

When I reach the point in life when my body is old and tired and there's really not much to do that hasn't already been done, I'm planning on tracking down a bunch of hard drugs and taking them to see what all the fuss is about.

The situation in the story below is a bit more depressing, but the idea remains the same: After deciding he was fed up with living, one man decided to go to Mexico in search of barbiturates he could use to overdose.

However, things didn't exactly go according to plan, which could be considered a spoiler if the tale hadn't been recounted in the first person on Reddit:

Went to Mexico to buy barbiturates for a humane and peaceful death. Decided that if I was gonna die anyway I might as well fuck a prostitute before it was all over. After that a cab driver offered to sell me cocaine. One thing lead to another, and I got a room above a whore house equipped with a heart shaped bed, a stripper pole, and a hot tub. Spent a full week snorting coke off tits, popping pain meds, drinking tequila, eating handfuls of Viagra to fight the whiskey/coke dick, and had three FFM threesomes. Somewhere in the midst of my coke-fueled orgy I decide life wasn't so bad after all.

That's probably the happiest ending anybody could have asked for.

Considering the story was posted anonymously on a website filled with dubious anecdotes, it should be taken with a few grains of salt -- just like all the margaritas he probably drank during the week-long orgy.