I yelled "GAS, GAS!" two or three times while the Nigerian floor guard began beating on the door, begging to be let out. Getting no response to my yells; I began yelling "FIRE, FIRE, FIRE; EVERYONE OUT OF THE GYM! FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!" until I began to be overcome by the gas myself.
Have you ever been screaming inside with a story that you just had to get out? I feel like I will burst if I don't tell you about the time I forgot I was locked up in prison. Kind of like [...]