Drugs are bad kids mmmkay?
A while back I was at university and experimenting a little with a variety of mind altering drugs. Round at a friends house we were all having a bit of a skin up session and someone introduced me to some method called the tulip (a pen, sone card and a LOT of Rizzla.)
Having nigh on killed my self with hash/weed combo I was open to suggestions on how to chill my melting head. At which point 'Darren' offered some of his 'special' pills he had to get from the doctor. Raised eyebrows all round and I promptly necked two accompanied by some more smoking. A relatively strait laced goth mate proffered a lift home as I was evidently bolloxed- he did however, not know the local area. As we drove through the town centre he asked which way to my house- I was oblivious to where I was and merely opted for 'Go right here'.

Promptly the daft goth took my advice, mounted the pavement trundling back onto the wrong way down a one way street.

Past a pair of startled rozzers sat in their car.

They promptly lit up like a christmas tree and pulled us over.

Being incapable of a serious reaction the goth driver took one look at me and said

'For f*cks sake say nothing and stand still your only a passenger.'

Immediately the seriousness of being caught laden to the eyeballs with drugs and answering questions to the police dawned on me and I got the fear BIG TIME.

Asked to 'Get out of the car sir' I stood up straight out of the car and looked the officer straight in the eye, smiling in what I hoped was a pleasent way.

Whilst the goth bloked tried to explain he did not know the area well and misread the road signs the other officer kept staring at me. Fortunately he was getting back into the car as my legs gave out and I slid down the side of the car giggling...

The goth nicked some of my CDs and was a proper tosser.
( Razor What the fuck - a sig?, Thu 8 Jan 2004, 9:48, Reply)