Monkey
I spent an evening out and about, and came home a little stoned.

All was good. I rolled my good night J and chuffed it in bed as normal. Then something weird happened. There was a spider monkey looking out of my cupboard at me.

We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, but was merely 3 or 4 hours as i unblinkingly watched the primate.

I somehow got to sleep, still worried that if i disturbed him, he would eat my face off as i slept.

The morning sun came, and took away my fear.

It was a towel and a t-shirt, that were trying to escape the wardrobe together. I was convinced. And proved wrong. I am such a sap sometimes.
( bazza van der trance , ooh baby baby, baby baby. Get up on this., Tue 28 Jul 2009, 10:09, Reply)