The drugs don't work
When I was 17 me and a few mates used to go round Darren's house every Friday night. Everyone has a place like Darren's when they're 17, where due to absent or bizarrely tolerant parents you can settle down in front of the telly to experiment with drugs and alcohol.

Anyway, one happy December night Darren managed to score a few microdots, and despite some initial reservations we were soon tripping our little nuts off.

Now, I should tell you that this was around the time the Baltic states were seceding from the former Soviet Union, and there was a news report on the T.V. about the big fear that the area would descend into anarchy.

This formed the backdrop for the most realistic hallucination I've ever had before or since. I convinced myself I was riding a reindeer through Estonia as part of a peacekeeping force. As I galloped through the war torn capital in my blue helmet, it was only the surefootedness of my trusty antlered steed that saved me from certain death.

Eventually the lysergic effects gradually receded and reality crept back in, and I realised that I had passed out in the alley behind the house. And despite multiple attempts over the intervening years I've never managed to recreate the vividness of that midnight ride in Darren's back passage.







Yes, I'll never forget my acid den Tallinn U.N. doe.











Well I know it was painful but it's my first time, what do you expect?
( Frunobulax Here Fido..., Thu 12 Jun 2008, 14:18, 3 replies)

Hmmmm...
"Midnight ride in Darren's back passage" is funnier...
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 12 Jun 2008, 14:22, closed)

*Agrees with Enzyme*
And 'blue helmet'.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 12 Jun 2008, 15:37, closed)

I think 10/10 for effort though
*click*
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Thu 12 Jun 2008, 16:47, closed)