Once smoked a pipe at a party, turned out to have heroin in it, I was violently sick for hours, never assume it's just pot, kids.
A friend got a space birthday cake once, there was about a full henry in just the chocolate icing, it smelt amazing, we all had a piece, it tasted amazing. Then we couldn't move, then we got the munchies real bad, then all there was was more cake, this went on all night! After much giggles it became the quietest party I've ever attended, all we did was look at each other and breath. It took 3 days just to come back to Earth.

I used to live a short ride away from Amsterdam, I spent every weekend there, this was after I'd long since lost my Brit mentality of beating closing time by speedy ingestion of everything I could afford, as it seems there aren't any closing hours in the rest of Europe, so I was a good boy and never over did it, but then you end up in other countries where it's illegal to even be a good boy and they may wanna piss test you (if you got a hippy haircut like I have it's not uncommon), not a problem, you just say you were in Amsterdam last weekend! You could even get mushrooms legally there and any country within driving distance couldn't touch you. Happy times.

I would invite friends over from England at the time, fellow spliffers, due to the unique way our public transport system is funded it was often much cheaper for them to book a flight to my gaffe in Brussels than a trip to, say, Scarborough. Probably still is. Cos they were used to the stuff they got in England they would always, against my strongest advice, always get the strongest stuff, meaning each friend without fail, spent their first day puking up in a gutter for an hour or three. Fun times!

Happily if you needed to stay in for prolonged periods of time you could order a party by courier. It was called Pizza Delivery. You not only could get the pizza and beer quite legally over there, you could also unofficially get prize weed fresh from an Amsterdam cafe brought to your door along with the same delivery. You didn't even have to leave the house. And if too many friends arrived and you ran out, one more phone call, more at the door. Great times!

I got plenty more stories, if there's any recreational drug I haven't tried at some point in my life I don't know about it, but if I go on I'll sound like a right druggy chav, which I ain't. Don't even touch grass now. No saint like.

Everything in moderation kids, and remember, we did it first, so when you discover it, bear in mind everyone older than you has been through teenhood and probably done twice as much for 4 times as long, and that includes sex, try not to think you invented it love, alright?
( ..wil, Mon 20 Sep 2010, 1:27, Reply)