This is how your first attempt goes down. You get fall down drunk and call everyone you know to blubber about how life sucks and you are going to do yourself in. Then you start swallowing a whole bottle of sleeping pills. Meanwhile your friends have called to the cops to try to prevent you killing yourself. You are passed out in your wheel chair when the cops arrive. They haul you to the emergancy center where you stomach is pumped. The cops search your place while they are there. They find over a pound of grass, sixty grams of cocaine, 47 tabs of acid, a quarter pound of mushrooms, and a ten pound box of various pills. At least they don't find your stashed vial of ketamine.