Dead? Stabbed? Mugged? O-oh! I'm fucked up. What am I going to tell Lucy now? And Bordeaux? I was there last night? That's why I still have this taste of lipstick in my mouth? For a moment I thought some pervert had kidnapped me and dressed me up like a woman.

I love this paragraph, wonderfully written! There's so much creativity in it and it shows you'd do well as a fiction writer. I think I might consider using somethings here next time I want to write a fiction.

Nice words and arrangement, ma'am