This Must Have Been About 2003/4
Anyhow, it was a friends' birthday and we'd ordered in some Bolivian Marching Powder. Powder was subsequently applied to noses and everything was good.

Until later, around 1.30 in the morning. I was trying to get to sleep in the front room of my friends' first floor flat which overlooked the lower high street of my town. What happened next had me quite paranoid for the next 90 minutes or so. There began a humming noise in the distance, which as it got closer began to buzz more than hum, and get much louder.

My addled mind raced.

What could it be? Police looking for people who'd been at the class A's? Aliens? It was like starring in a Twilight-Zone type personal nightmare as I shivered beneath the Window, scared to look outside and steel myself for what it might be.....Outside...

After 90 minutes of sweating like a pig in an abbatoir, I had to pull myself up over the sill and confront my tormentor.

It was a bloody street cleaning cart, wasting tax money, inneficiently trundling up and down the street, clearing up the detrious of the night before....
(caescarna Hell's Roomba, Mon 11 Apr 2011, 20:51, 1 reply)

Drugs are bad
m'kay.
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