Clubbing in Belgrade is about as close to death as I've ever found myself, on two occasions:
In 2010, I got beer spilled on me by a crazy girl who thought I was trying to pick up her boyfriend, then a group of five guys started carrying me somewhere and I lost a shoe. Luckily my friend rescued me before **** got real. But I don't remember anything after the beer incident. I threw a punch and then got knocked out.
In November I was at a club there that was so full of cigarette smoke I could feel my lungs closing up. Then some guys with fire extinguishers jumped up on the bar and started spraying fog(?) to make the place even smokier. I couldn't see anyone and saw my life flash before my eyes. Then my boyfriend started passing me shots. Of course I was later in the bathroom hurling and noticed that there was already 2 inches of mysterious liquids on the floor. I thought dying might be better than that situation but I managed to survive.
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