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They make you do stupid stuff and say stupid stuff. Drugs ROCK! Old-time B3ta person Fraser says, "I remember turning to a flatmate once, after getting stoned and sitting through an episode of Casualty, and proclaiming "Wow! Those actors are *so* talented!". And really meaning it."

What do you regret doing under the influence?

(, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 11:19)
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I stayed for a weekend with an old friend of mine in Southbourne back in 1993 and on arrival found his flat full of the motley crew of his bikers club all smoking and playing Sega.

He opened a peppermint tin and offered around these nasty looking dark brown pills - microdots. We all had one each apart from his lodger who had a couple of Es.

The evening degenerated rapidly and my friend's fiance who seemed sat in fear and disgust in the corner of the flat for most of the night, finally flipped as the vibrations in the room got nasty and twisted. The lodger was loved up and getting very touchy feely - the rest of us were prickly with paranoia and anticipation of the uncoiling and imminent peak.

We were kicked out of the flat into Southbourne high street - and made a quick B line straight for the sea to get away from the dibble, drunken townies and concrete.

There was something big building - we could feel it and after 4 hours at the beach with the others jumping around in the sea, me meeting god and then finding myself sitting on the beach with the tide washing up around me and all of us covered in sand and gibbering like monkeys at the sights and sounds we were imagining - we decided to go back to the flat.

On the way back through Fisherman's Wharf, I took point to distance myself from the others and reflect on what had just happened to me - from out of the trees appeared a park bench to my right with a man being straddled by a girl riding him like Seabiscuit. I carried on and then saw a Fisher Price Telephone and then one of the others out of the group to whom I commented on the weird things that I was hallucinating. He and a couple of the others all said that they had seen the same bench with the same couple shagging - so we went back to see if it was real.

My sincerest apologies to the couple on the bench. It must have been most offputting to your stride to suddenly have a group of wet, sandy, disrevelled and tripping bikers come out of the darkness to surround you and poke your girlfriend's bare arse with a stick.

We ran when the screaming started.
(, Wed 21 Dec 2005, 12:21, Reply)

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