The joys of Xtacy
My first experience was slightly distressing (for me anywho), I was at a gig with my g/f and a few mates.

We popped about 2 pills each and after about 30 mins I was in full swing.

After a bout of agressive dancing, I attempet conversation with my g/f. However every word that came out of her mouth was in russian (she was born there but can't speak a word of it normally), so I started to freek out.

I turned to my mate but he went cross-eyed and was trying to light an none existant cigarette. I think it was about 1am at this point.

My other mate was dancing with a speaker with a cocktail in his hand. God knows where he got that from as we were at a gig.

The next thing I know, I'm sitting with my leg bouncing up and down and I was unable to stop clenching my jaw.

I think that I must have taken about 3 or 4 altogether (lightweight) but I felt something bubbling in my stomach. I got up and ran to the toilet, but as I reached the door I realised it was too late.

Vomit left my mouth like water from a hose and splattered all over the door of the toilet. I went inside, cleaned myself up and laughted at the the poor sod wiping the door down on my way out.

What felt like 30 mins later, we were chucked out of the gig as the set had finished and it was 6am.
(Balron doesn't care how big his photos are, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 10:48, Reply)