Oh what fun to tell him the next day
I'm in the club toilets, and decide to take annother pill to top up my head-state. For some reason I'm not too coordinated, and manage to drop it into the toilet. "Aww shit," I mutter, and my mate sticks his head around the door to see. "I'll have it!" he exclaims, and before I can say anything he plunges his hand into the fetid water, extracts the vitamin-wibbly, and throws it, still dripping, down his neck.

He had no memory of doing this the next day. Until I reminded him, at great length, being sure to dwell on the likely state of the bogs in a fairly grotty but strangely popular and well-visited nightclub...

Good times...
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 11:50, 5 replies)

Nothing says "good times" more than eating pills out of a dirty shitter.

( Michael Ellis contributes nothing, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 11:52, closed)

I wish I did drugs

(__, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 12:05, closed)

The good times was watching him remember...

(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 13:56, closed)

Wasn't this in 'Trainspotting'?

( Tab Hunter Make this useless process end and so, begin again, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 12:18, closed)

I'd forgotten that
But it really did happen, too.

It was at the Pressure Point in Brighton. It was K-Quay, if anyone knows him they'll believe me!
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 13:56, closed)