a rough night
The Haloween prior to the one just gone, a young Billy had his brother's ID which said he was 19. Now we all know; to go out sober is a stupid idea ,especially when you're a young lad of 17 and you've no job, so after some pre drinking we went to the cheap ale house for more pre drinking.
Said ale house is a drug hotspot and is regularly raided by the fuzz. Yours truly had bought 20 Es to sell to his friends and took 6 out for the night. Drink must have frazzled my brain as when I saw coppers outside*, having already necked 2, I got paranoid and took the other 4. We promplty left before I blowed chunks/did something stupid, and went to a friend's house where we did some unscrupulous powder and walked into town. That's when the pills decided to hit me all at once
*spews onto the side of the road*
*is promptly taken into an alley so the police wouldn't see me*
A normal person here would have gone "No. I've done something stupid and need to go home and deal with it." but dear reader, I am not as smart as a normal person. I for some reason decided more beer was a better solution than going home to puke and curl up and die. I went into town and the first sight I saw was a poor young lass falling over in the street. Me being a gentleman and wanting to fuck her I go over do the whole chivalry thing and then hand her my jacket. She promptly fucks off with my favourite jacket.
We then went into a club and me being mr offmytits smooth I try my choice at chatting up two ladies. The barman sees I'm in a state and asks how many pills I've had. I reply in a fashion that oscar wilde would have been proud of "none, pills shrink your dick and I don't need that" thinking I was well in I bought the girls 2 drinks and then was dragged out, by the bouncer who was sleeping with one of them, given a slap round the chops for my troubles and told to "fuck off." I then am told I spent the night curled up in a grit bin until my brother's friend see me and take me home. I'm sick for a week after it.
So thanks to my brother's friends who've never let me forget that night and sorry to those two ladies for being a dick.
Apologies for luck a hummus, that's just my story.

*turns out they were just there as drinkers who'd got off their shift.
(Hitler's other ball. R soul., Mon 13 Apr 2009, 14:21, Reply)