Getting Totally Fucked Up
When I'd just graduated from uni, I had quite the drug habit. Nothing addictive or really unpleasant, but I took as many pills, mushrooms and tabs of acid, and smoked as much hash, as humanly possible. They were mostly fun days, with me and my group of friends all in the same boat - lots of ducking and diving and funny tales.

All the same, it was quite a downward spiral. The euphoria of taking ecstasy by itself had been diluted by taking it along with whatever I could acquire. And naturally women were nowhere to be seen around me.

So one night when going out for a female friend's birthday party, a reptillian instinct vibrated from my crotch to my viscera. But typically for those days, we all ended up going to a dingy sweatbox of a nightclub, en route necking an oddly yellow-coloured pill.

Once there I remember being there for about two minutes, enough for the thumping techno to grab me by the hand and lead me to the dancefloor. I leaped about like a madman under the low ceiling...

and I remember nothing else until we left. A bunch of us staggerred to a party nearby. I was well and truly fucked and had one of those curious times where I was surrounded by people I knew but kept getting the cold shoulder, by being the most out-of-it, wankered idiot in the house. Fortunately there was someone else in as bad a state so we babbled together.

To facilitate this I needed to sit down, and did so on a nest of glass tables, which shattered under my weight. It might have been then it was put to me that I should leave.

Worse was to come. Next afternoon, I was told that I'd being coming on to practically every female in the club, even good friends of mine, attemping to play tonsil hockey with them. The tab of acid that I'd been given by someone in the club probably didn't help the situation.
(McChinaman banned, Thu 9 Apr 2009, 18:50, Reply)