well it wasn't that long ago
but had an experience of getting home from uni at 2am after an 8 hour train journey and a quick jaunt in a cab, and the next morning going to a fair.
my friend bullied me into smoking pretty shitty hash or something, and the rides were deathtraps. I was so knackered and spun out that after going on one of those rides where you spin around while it alters your perception of "up", I spent ten minutes afterwards looking for my bloody wallet in the bloody grass around the bloody ride, holding it in my bloody hand.
later, in the afternoon, I fell asleep on a bench outside and my friend left without me.
this is a travesty of a post. I was all enthusiastic until I wrote it.
(The boy with an arse for a face shrining, Mon 13 Jun 2011, 3:16, Reply)