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Inexplicably I ended up living in a house with 3 drug dealers (there were 5 of us in total - the other guy was like a stoner, skinny version of Mike from Spaced) who had a penchant for Ketamine.

I never did it because A) I like my drug experiences to be fun B) the K hole is not a place I want to visit and C) I don't like the idea of monging about the kitchen like a drooling zombie or taking 45 minutes to walk down the stairs, gripping rigedly to the banister as if surrounded by molten lava.

Not that I had a problem with it mind. We all got on well and I enjoyed their company. This did mean however, that we had endless visitors at all hours and miniature raves in our living room. I was working on my thesis at the time but luckily had a room downstairs that must have been a former bomb shelter because I never heard a goddamn thing.

When I did join the raves they were quite fun but come the morning, when I would be eating a crumpet on a scrap of furniture amongst the sea of passed out bodies and dreadlocks, I felt like Mark from Peep Show when he just wants to open the curtains and put on radio 4.

Now that I sit here, at my desk, surrounded by my filing I cant help but reminisce. Good times. I don't like radio 4 by the way.
(Eldoofus, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 16:01, 1 reply)

yeah, fuck ketamine
my bro has a problem with it. I've lived with him for a couple of years up until a couple of weeks ago and now he's in sheffield probably deep into a k hole. who knows if he's enjoying himself.

fuck ketamine.
(raymond "three griddle pans" luxury yacht lovin' the christmas action, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 22:53, closed)