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» It's not me, it's the drugs talking
The College Years
Me, one tab of LSD, and 4 hours of freaking out in the corner.
Why? Because I was being attacked by wave after wave of flying, pink, vomiting, ferrets.
The trip lasted some 11 hours, but luckly the ferrets gave up after 4 or so and I was able to move without screaming "AAH GET IT GET IT WITH A FUCKING BAT". My mates, being the reliable and helpful chaps they are decided that rather than calm me they'd see who could do headstands the longest. One of them had managed to break his nose, collar bone and two toes. His reward? He pissed himself laughing and spent the rest of the day sleeping on a pastic garden table - his t-shirt covered in snot-blood and his jeans in yellow-love.
8 hours in we recorded a song, with our bass player exclaiming "I really know where Jim Morrison was comming from". To which we all emphatically agreed, apart from the drummer who was too busy chewing the sticks and giggling. When were were playing we honestly believed were were the shit. My regret? Recording it.Sadly the tape didn't lie; it was just shit. Worse still, we kept it as a reminder no to do that again (at least not near our instruments) - last year it was found by a girlfriend who thought me spacking out on an out of tune guitar and yelling "pepperoni; put in on me!" was the funniest thing ever. Better yet when I broke up with her she played the tape to her friends - instantly ruining my chances with any of them unless they had a pepperoni fetish. Cheers darlin'.
Come to think about it, the flying pink vomiting ferrets sounded much better.
(Tue 20th Dec 2005, 17:24, More)
The College Years
Me, one tab of LSD, and 4 hours of freaking out in the corner.
Why? Because I was being attacked by wave after wave of flying, pink, vomiting, ferrets.
The trip lasted some 11 hours, but luckly the ferrets gave up after 4 or so and I was able to move without screaming "AAH GET IT GET IT WITH A FUCKING BAT". My mates, being the reliable and helpful chaps they are decided that rather than calm me they'd see who could do headstands the longest. One of them had managed to break his nose, collar bone and two toes. His reward? He pissed himself laughing and spent the rest of the day sleeping on a pastic garden table - his t-shirt covered in snot-blood and his jeans in yellow-love.
8 hours in we recorded a song, with our bass player exclaiming "I really know where Jim Morrison was comming from". To which we all emphatically agreed, apart from the drummer who was too busy chewing the sticks and giggling. When were were playing we honestly believed were were the shit. My regret? Recording it.Sadly the tape didn't lie; it was just shit. Worse still, we kept it as a reminder no to do that again (at least not near our instruments) - last year it was found by a girlfriend who thought me spacking out on an out of tune guitar and yelling "pepperoni; put in on me!" was the funniest thing ever. Better yet when I broke up with her she played the tape to her friends - instantly ruining my chances with any of them unless they had a pepperoni fetish. Cheers darlin'.
Come to think about it, the flying pink vomiting ferrets sounded much better.
(Tue 20th Dec 2005, 17:24, More)