Drug cocktail.
A bit of scene setting, first time I met the guy he was off his face on Coke, squatting in a house he was meant to be decorating while the owners were away. This is a man that when it comes to drinking proclaims that eatings cheating as is sleeping.
So our friend Tony, is slightly unhinged and instead of attending his best mates wedding as the best man in South Africa, he spent the 3 weeks in St Bernards NHS mental Health unit.
How he got there is a joy to hear.
In addition to being a cokehead Tony is also an alcholic, shakey and slurry. Tony embarked on a pre-trip drinking binge and by binge I mean 20 odd pints starting at 11 am and continuing long into the night. During this binge in his local whinebar, Tony misplaces his passport and when we got booted out, we all go our separate ways. Tony somewhat more meandering his way home in that drunken determined way that pissed people do. When he realised he lost his passport Tony smashed a window, with his head. Unleashing an inhumane scream, that I heard half way back to my house, Tony proceeds to run up one side of the local promenade smashing all the windows with his forehead, seemingly oblivious to the obvious bleeding and I would guess substantial pain, then back down on the other side of the road with a similar trend. Needless to say when he was arrested it took several officers to aprehend him (it later emerged the crazy bastard had not only been drinking, he had been on the coke as well as choosing that night to dabble with pcp), he was stuck in a meat wagon and carted off to the mental home. They gave him some sedatives and when he woke up 2 days later he had no clue where he was but was shocked to see my mate Joe's ex-housemate in the bed next to him. What a coincidence.
(jambolio, Mon 13 Nov 2006, 13:54, Reply)