my mother
she used to be into drugs in the seventies but curbed it when my brother and I arrived. occasionally i would catch her taking a couple of tokes in the kitchen at new years parties but that was about it for her.

last year when she was tidying my brothers room while laden with the cold she spied a bottle of olbas oil on his desk.

when I came home from work she was sitting at the kitchen table looking both very very angry and very worried, "what the fuck is in this bottle?" she demanded to know.

according to her she took a massive drag on the bottle, made it to the hallway before falling over where she commenced sobbing hysterically that she was "going to die alone while my head inflated like a fucking ballon".

as poppers do she was right as rain within a few minutes, all be it with a slightly sore head, and promptly went down the stairs and waited, coiled like a snake, for my brother and I to come home.
(Raol Duke, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 16:00, Reply)