A stoner friend. (Another forgetting where I live story...)
An absolutely lovely guy most of the time, who would imbibe any drug he was presented with and was therefore living on a completely separate plane of existence to the rest of humanity. He would usually divide his wages between rent, council tax, utilities, a months supply of beans and toast, alcohol and any disposable income went to whomever would sell him cannabis, LSD, speed or whichever other drug he fancied packing into his system to allow him to avoid reality.

Having turned eighteen, his mother decided to sell his childhood home and relocate to some hundred miles away. Not knowing any dealers in the new location, he elected to find a place of his own and managed to locate a one bedroom flat located above a dentists about one mile away from his old gaff. Everyone moved out of the house on the same day and they went their separate ways. To celebrate his new-found independence, he did what any other stoner would do. Spend the evening with some choice company, using the dentist’s chair (He had access through the surgery room to his flat) to drink lots of cheap vodka, followed with smoking through a large quantity of hashish.

I left after the drinking finished. Unfortunately the smell of weed makes me feel ill, so I unfortunately missed this, but after a few hours he decided he was tired out and decided to go to bed. He went down to the main entrance to the dentists, took off all of his clothes, walked out of the front door and walked all of the way to his previous house, wherein he curled up on the doorstep and fell asleep.

It was quite fortunate that he was discovered by one of his former neighbours, as in little under an hours time their would have been a lot of activity outside of his former house as hundreds of young and impressionable primary school children would be arriving at the school gates, located directly opposite.

I can’t help but think that he should have left him alone, as telling children that drugs can turn you into a mess sounds like preaching, but letting them see what the outcome can be will likely to lead them into a drug-free existence.
( Muns, Tue 26 Mar 2013, 14:54, 2 replies)

I think
the most amazing part of this story is that he could hold down any kind of job!
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Tue 26 Mar 2013, 22:22, closed)

At the hight of the 90's rave boom
I used to go out on Friday and drink my self to sleep on Sunday with E's, speed, acid, skunk, (honda accords!) and no sleep in between.

I was research Associate for Bristol University (making monoclonal antibodies since you ask)

When I look back on it I wonder how I did it too. Monday mornings were hellishly hard.
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Wed 27 Mar 2013, 10:13, closed)