Personal Narrative: Substance Abuse

The other day I woke ever so confused. I did not see anything confusing. I was simply just confused as to what had happened yesterday. I got up out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen. I was walking around and go myself a bowl a bowl of cereal. As I sat down at the counter, I began to think about what had happened yesterday. Once I had finished my cereal, I walked to the sink and set the bowl in there. I than looked out the window and everything started to come back to me. I seen a electric scooter, a penguin with a collar on it, and a Butterfinger wrapper. My mind suddenly became flushed with memories of what had happened with these three random objects.
I remembered that yesterday I woke up from a nap. I had the cold sweats and was shaking. I had rolled off of the bed and was covered in wrappers of Easter candy. I was coming down from a crazy candy high. I had stumbled around the house shaking, looking for some form of sugar. Keep in mind I was not looking for just any sugar but the sacred Butterfinger. Every store had been bombarded by shoppers during the Easter holiday and ever Butterfinger had been sold. I thought there was no hope to cure my addiction. Just as that thought crossed my mind, I seen a commercial flash over the TV saying more Butterfingers had been
Once I had seen my scooter, a penguin with a collar on it, and a Butterfinger wrapper, everything began to make sense. That penguin had saved my life. Soon after, I went outside to see if the collar had a phone number on it. Sure enough the collar listed a number to the owner. I called the owner and he thanked me that I had found his penguin. The owner gave me an address to bring the penguin to later that day. As I arrived at the house the man greeted me at the front door. I asked the man where he came up with the money and resources to buy a penguin, he told me he was the owner of Nestle. This is the company that makes the sacred