back in the day
i was cleaner than clean (all changed now though) and my duty was to look after the hideous wrecks my good friends would become when playing out. so briefly...

standing i food giant trying to deal with two tripping-beyond-belief hippy's who are in turn dealing with the fact that the tinned goods aisle reaches into infinity in both directions

finding, then sitting up all night, with someone who had glanced in a mirror and then become entranced as his body decomposed in front of his (enlarged and terrified) eyes

watching as security went through my bags at a dance festival as [someone who is not me] realised [someone who is not me] had everyones preordered drugs which [someone who is not me]'d picked up (a large carrier bag half filled) in there. they took it out and put it on the kurb, unnoticed, then found my grinder. dammit. explained "i didn't know it was there, left it in there from my last party" emptied it out in front of them and was a) allowed in and b) allowed to keep my grinder. that security guard is still my hero :)

my best high? running resin and black through a bong filled with JD all night then drinking it for a bet. best high ever, no poisening as far as i'm aware, tasted like the devils own belly bile. never had the courage to try it again.

serious point for those who wish to embark: take it easy, find your feet, vitamin C for a nasty one on anything really. be careful. be respectful to the drug and other people. 5htp for the mdma come down. and they're no excuse for being a bastard. get into the country if you can. everythings better there. hmmm prettyyyyyyy....
drugs can make or break you. positive confidence is the key. stay safe and have a good night mate!
(unlawful odour i dunno..., Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:17, Reply)