It's one of the darkest nights of my life,
Fuck me it was huge. Posted in replies to save the children, think of the children...
( Jimbuktu See? Right here, Thu 24 Mar 2011, 23:27, 12 replies)

My own personal fear and loathing...
So we're out, living in a hostel in Sydney and time to have some fun. Afriend was a big raver and had been trying to get something sorted for a while, we'd met some people that could help, spent a couple of nights out with them and decided to see if they could...
Party night and we head up to Kings Cross, through a doorway and into a locals party, sweet! Problem is, as non locals they hate us, and we end up stuck in a weird bedsit type room I think they sublet with one or two other ostracised folk. Our friends slope off and abandon us, but turn up a bit later with someone who resolves my friends issue and, although they're a funny colour my mate reckons he's come across them before so we drop them down our necks and bug on out into the night.

I can't really tell you what happened next other than it involved hookers, wasted Aboriginals and some bouncers as I don't really remember other than knowing we had to get out of there so we headed to a hotel room our Aussie friends had taken for the night.

Now there was three of us, one who we had met on our travels who had previously spent time trying to hook up with one of our new friends. We'd been gradually getting a strange vibe off them all night, but when he disappeared into the bathroom with her we prepared for a wait before we could leave.
"I'm sorry"
"What?"
"I'm Sorry. For my friend. She's done this before and I've been trying to get her to stop. I hope your friend won't mind."
"What? What do you mean?!"
"Oh, well I've been trying to get her to stop whoring. She's done it without protection and it's not right because it could be dangerous, but she needs to pay for her fix."
" WH- wh- whaT!"
"She's only 16"
"HOLY FUCK!"
My brain is struggling at this point, partly due to my friend sleeping with a teenage skag whore in a random hotel bathroom and partly because the room is coloured as vividly as a mental pensioners hair colour and my more 'experienced' friend is having a full on freak out on the balcony out the back. Shit.
Aussie dude comes over and whispers something into the girl I was talking to's ear. "Really?"
~"yeah"
"Shit. Hey (Forgotten name by now), come out! Come out here I need to speak to you!"
My Friend In Bathroom "Go Away!"
Me: "What's up?"
"Oh, she was on a phone earlier to her H dealer, he's a real violent asshole and I think he's coming round now"
Friend on Balcony " I need to go now, but I can't move, I think there was to much K in what we took. Help me"
Fuck. Stay calm, but fuck. Things aren't looking rosy and lizards are crawling out the walls and checking the place out. Where the fuck even am I? Fuck.
Aussie girl starts freaking out too. Her friend won't even say anything in the bathroom and the dealer guy apparently really doesn't like her. Aussie dud is trying to be helpful but suddenly they look as young as they are, 16 and 17, and although I'm tripping as hard as I ever have I'm the only one that is close to reality enough to take control. It is then that my new found English friend comes out of the bathroom and he's covered. in. blood. Staring at his hands and I must force this acid out my system but he has blood and it's all over him. Where is the girl? WHERE IS THE GIRL! Slumped on the toilet and covered in blood too. nonononononononononononononononoooooo.... Fuck. She's moving. Thank holy fuck. she's talking and she's not hurt. Apparently. I don't know. My friend on the balcony is begging me to help him now and the phone is going to say the dealer's in reception but can't remember the room we are in. I'm done.I grab my friend and my travel buddy and bail. The cold air hits me and me leaden legs are dragging me into a liquid pavement so god knows what can happen to me but I'm stubborn too and we make it around the corner and on to the main road out of Kings Cross so we can head back to Sydney. Better still, my mate has stopped freaking out so much though travel buddy is obsessing over the blood on his hands and seems to be heading downhill.
Fuck this city is covered in lizards.
Ok cars. They can look at the poncey showroom for a while and give me space. Travel dude is calming down and my mate loves his cars, and can look at them for ages. I need time for myself right now, the lizards are breeding and that girls face looks, looks, like I don't know, vivid. Angular. Aggressive. She really doesn't like me, and neither do her friends! What the fuck am I oh... what's going on with my window licking friends and the raised voices? These aren't women, these are men, transvestite hookers and they don't want 3 fuckhead foreigners hanging around on their pitch...shit I need to get out of here and get my mates away too before shit really hits the fan but they're stuck on the cars, glued to the window... fuuccckk we need tooo goooo.

Next thing I really remember, is a noise. A load continual buzzing in my head. sort it out and get a grip! Why won't it go away? What's that fucking light coming through? And those voices? Fuck WHAT'S GOING ONAND WHO'S WOKEN ME UP?!!! oh. I'm asleep in the middle of an 8 lane road and it's fucking busy. The cars have stopped and people are coming towards me. I can sense police and I need to go.....
For those that know, Hyde park in Sydney is a great place to hide, especially when lots of angry motorists are after you and the city has by now giant lizards crawling over the skyline looking for something to eat. It took what felt like ages to find my friends, worriedly looking for me half way back to where I had helped them escape from. The TV hookers had chased us down the road and by the time they realised they had lost me and I them. Reality was crawling back through a cat flap and dawn was breaking as we headed down George street to more familiar territory.

It turned out, my friend had not slept with teenage hooker as she was on her time of the month, though he had a cut on his hand and as he had been covered in her blood he had to have an HIV test. Negative, thankfully. I disappeared for about an hour before waking up on Park Street, no-one knows where too. It took about another 4 hours before we could leave each other and go back to our rooms. The lizards didn't stop crawling until early evening and exhaustion finally allowed me to sleep. There were many layers more to add to the horror of that night, and it was a good introduction as to how things can go wrong. We saw the Aussies one more time while in Sydney, though when we did we ducked around a corner and hid. The skag-head looked so bad we couldn't believe anyone wouldn't have noticed, let alone wanted to sleep with her.

Apologies for length, but fuck me you don't know how long it felt to me. Really. It was 12 years ago now and I don't think I will ever forget it.....don't do drugs kids unless you come prepared....
( Jimbuktu See? Right here, Thu 24 Mar 2011, 23:27, closed)

There's no way you could prepare for any of that...
But be assured you're not alone. The sheer volume of utterly messed up backpackers I've seen around the Cross is beyond count. I think dealers get rid of or test out any dubious drugs they have on people they know will be out of the country before long. Those tranny hookers you mentioned on the downhill side of William street get the lost souls parade every weekend year in year out. A guy I know was so fried a few years ago he was actually pulled on to a bench by one of them who went to the missionbeat van and came back with a coffee and pastry, then stayed with him until he was good enough to get in a cab and go back to where he was living.
( difficultchild, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 2:00, closed)

Sweet!
I guess sometimes you get the friendly one, and sometimes the 'for fucks sake not again!' ones... scared the shit out of me, but wasn't really in the position to make a valid judgement too I guess!
( Jimbuktu See? Right here, Sun 27 Mar 2011, 13:20, closed)

Jesus Christ.
That's pretty well the reason I stopped doing acid right there.

Yeah man it's like reeaaaaaaaaaalllllllly weirrrrrrrrd but actually losing your mind is not good - not good at all. I realised how easy it would be to get into a very, very serious situation, not through malice, or even naivity, but just through being really fucked up.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 8:52, closed)

So very, very true...
( Jimbuktu See? Right here, Sun 27 Mar 2011, 13:31, closed)

This makes me feel ill.
Have a click.
Nice to have a bit of genuine terror and confusion instead of the usual "oh man I necked a bottle of vodka then puked and shat myself."
More of this sort of thing. Or not.
( Wet-chinned bag shanker Cannot parse Wogan, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 9:03, closed)

Not please.
The friend I met backpacking went on to tour S America for a year and had some pretty messed up times; none of which eclipsed this night apparently. He was too scared to go back to his hostel and we ended up walking abckwards and forwards on George street for about 2 hours between 'dropping him off' and then getting back to ours and realising he was still with us as he couldn't face the hostel room on his own. Can't say I blame him either.
( Jimbuktu See? Right here, Sun 27 Mar 2011, 13:23, closed)

Ace story..
... if fecking petrifying.

Glad you escaped largely unharmed.
( Ugi , it's a game of give and cake, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 10:33, closed)

Cheers!
One of the scariest parts was my mate freaking out. He was a big raver and took way more drugs than me; the fact that he was scared and couldn't handle it and the realisation that I would have to was not a nice one at all....
( Jimbuktu See? Right here, Sun 27 Mar 2011, 13:30, closed)

nice story
sounds like fun.

at least you lived to tell the tale, and remember some of it.

still creeped out by the 16 y/o skag hooker, mind, not good.
( Thor_sonofodin has done things, terrible things on, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 11:30, closed)

Part of me agrees with this.
I have my own story, and held it together enough to make it back out. The skag hooker was horrible, the whole realisation of what was actually happening versus what we thought was happening, then the perceived danger to his health (the test results took around 3 weeks then for HIV/Aids) and all that fucking blood! We had been filled in on some examples of what the dealer had done to people as well as her, and I was well aware that I was a fucked foreigner in a random hotel with a great inability to effectively defend myself or my friends...
( Jimbuktu See? Right here, Sun 27 Mar 2011, 13:29, closed)

I don't like this,
But it pretty much is the best example of a night out gone wrong. Ever. For that, you have earnt a click!
( the pink chicken sniffer sniffs pink chickens., Tue 29 Mar 2011, 12:48, closed)