mrgibbles has just reminded me of this one
I used to be a regular at a sadly now closed West End nightclub called The End. The End was particularly special in that everyone was always completely off their faces and the bouncers really didn't give a crap. The fact that the toilet cubicles had a little shelf at the perfect height for, and with no apparent purpose other than to snort illegal substances off will give you an idea of this club's drugs policy.

About a year ago I got into taking ketamine. For those of you not familiar with the stuff, I've found that the best way to describe it is that it is a funny little drug in that it has wildly different effects on different people and that it is highly dose dependent. If you take a little bit it kind of shifts reality by a degree or two - you see the world just a tiny bit differently to normal, but you still know what's going on. If you take a bit more of it, it's a bit like being drunk with some hallucinogenic effects. And if you take a lot of it you end up in a k-hole, which I'm sure most of you will have heard of. Due to not wanting to end up in a k-hole, particularly outside of the safety of my own home, I had been rather careful with the stuff and always erred on the side of caution with it - you can always take more if you don't get enough of a buzz from it, but you can't untake it if you've taken too much.

One night I was in The End which had one of the darkest main rooms known to man and in the corners of the dance floor it was even darker. Due to the lax drugs policy, and the fact that you only saw a bouncer in the main room when they were trying to get you to leave at the end of the night, I decided that it would be a good idea to take some k in the corner rather than fight through the crowd to get to the toilets. Due to the fact that it was pitch dark, I couldn't really see what I was doing and when I snorted a bump it felt like it might have been a little bit more than I would usually take. Oh bugger, I thought but a few minutes later I still felt ok so I started to relax a bit thinking that I'd gotten away with it. And then it hit me like a tonne of bricks. I had just enough time to ask me mate to watch me and grab onto a conveniently place speaker for dear life. I spent the next half an hour or so hugging said speaker and being entirely disconnected from my body. For a while I thought I was part of the speaker and for a while I even thought I was part of the music, it was really one of the most intense experiences of my life. So this is the story of how the dark put me in my first k-hole, luckily it was in The End and not another club or I would have found myself wandering the London streets in a k-hole. I imagine that this would have been even scarier than the time I found myself wandering around San Antonio in a k-hole, but that's a story for a different QOTW.
(mmm....beer, Mon 27 Jul 2009, 16:44, Reply)