Canal Club Wolverhampton
Late 90's. With a few friends on our regular friday night outing.

Tonight however I had taken a few acid(instead of E. (felt like a change)*. All was well chatting shit and drinking with friends.

Then about half way thru the night this girl comes up to me and starts talking, hows it going, having a good night etc. Wey Hey me thinks she's not a bad looker so respond to the postive that yes great night and im absolutely off it.

At this point she say's, "can you sort me out with that gear then?"
Now i know im tripping the light fantastic so I ask her what she's on about.

She replies, " You know when we talking earlier you said you could sort me out some E's"

I tell her that this is the first time I've spoken to her in my life and Vice Versa but she is adamant that I go see the club 'Dealer'

I point out that I happen to know where he hangs out and point her in the right direction saying that I dont get drugs for other people.

She gets all off with me at this point telling me that I promised her.

It's getting really freaky until she looks round and say's to me, "sorry it wasnt you it was him"

So I looks round to see someone who looked JUST fucking like me!!!

Being on acid just seemed to make it even more freaky..

He looked at me we made eye contact and just a single nod. Then said goodbye to the girl as she went off to her correct friends and I turned back to mine and I never saw them again that night.

That is all....

I tell it better in person...

* Substance names changed to protect the innocent
(keeping tradition alive)
(never-right -getting it wrong since '78, Thu 31 May 2007, 17:38, Reply)