So. My week. My lovely screwed up week. Firstly, a disclaimer. You make think people who take drugs of any sort are stupid. Well, half way through this, i'm gonna prove you more right than you can ever ever imagine.
So. Friday was the SGUK meet, which i've covered already, but will mention just to say how great it was. Saturday was supposed to be Dillinger Escape Plan. But i wussed out. "food poisoning and lack of sleep" was my excuse. Yeah. lamecore, i know. Sunday, blah. nothing. So Monday. The ultimate wierd day. I went into London, to see Ween, but i went early to get christmas presents and maybe score some weed. So i buy the presents, and then scout the street for dealers. A couple of guys offer me some, and i take them up on it. 10 later, i've been ripped off, and they've vanished. Big fucking deal. I've had that happen before, and i sort of expect it. No complaints from me, just some muted swearing. BUT. Then this big guy in a yellow coat comes over the road starts talking to me, saying i've been ripped off by known junkies, blah blah, he can get me some good shit. Let me smell it first, all the usual spiel. ~I tried to get rid of him, cos i didn't want to lose too much money in one day, but he's reall really persuasive, and ends up leading me into a coffee shop, where he buys me a coffee. Don't ask me what was in me head at this point, but i just went along with it. He's bigging himself up, blah blah, and halfway through the coffee, something's not right. My mouth is burning, and i feel drugged. Bastard's spiked it with GHB. I did a runner. Literally, all the way from camden, via the tube, to kentish town, and sat in a McDonalds to try and calm down. I was seriously drugged up and feeling like shit. Thing is, GHB makes you super suggestable, so when i go to the gig, i end up unquestioningly eating a load of mushrooms that this american couple offered me. Nice people, but god, i had to face my dad later in the night, whilst tripping my tits off. Tell me i'm not an idiot eh? Anyhoo. Ween were really good, and i met loads of cool people, strangely, they were all american. but meh. Then yesterday i went to see My Ruin, but they were terrible and i walked out after 30 mins. And came home, and went to bed. and that leaves us here today. ADVENTURE BOY RESTS! (until friday. oh god.)
Nooch, y'all.
J
So. Friday was the SGUK meet, which i've covered already, but will mention just to say how great it was. Saturday was supposed to be Dillinger Escape Plan. But i wussed out. "food poisoning and lack of sleep" was my excuse. Yeah. lamecore, i know. Sunday, blah. nothing. So Monday. The ultimate wierd day. I went into London, to see Ween, but i went early to get christmas presents and maybe score some weed. So i buy the presents, and then scout the street for dealers. A couple of guys offer me some, and i take them up on it. 10 later, i've been ripped off, and they've vanished. Big fucking deal. I've had that happen before, and i sort of expect it. No complaints from me, just some muted swearing. BUT. Then this big guy in a yellow coat comes over the road starts talking to me, saying i've been ripped off by known junkies, blah blah, he can get me some good shit. Let me smell it first, all the usual spiel. ~I tried to get rid of him, cos i didn't want to lose too much money in one day, but he's reall really persuasive, and ends up leading me into a coffee shop, where he buys me a coffee. Don't ask me what was in me head at this point, but i just went along with it. He's bigging himself up, blah blah, and halfway through the coffee, something's not right. My mouth is burning, and i feel drugged. Bastard's spiked it with GHB. I did a runner. Literally, all the way from camden, via the tube, to kentish town, and sat in a McDonalds to try and calm down. I was seriously drugged up and feeling like shit. Thing is, GHB makes you super suggestable, so when i go to the gig, i end up unquestioningly eating a load of mushrooms that this american couple offered me. Nice people, but god, i had to face my dad later in the night, whilst tripping my tits off. Tell me i'm not an idiot eh? Anyhoo. Ween were really good, and i met loads of cool people, strangely, they were all american. but meh. Then yesterday i went to see My Ruin, but they were terrible and i walked out after 30 mins. And came home, and went to bed. and that leaves us here today. ADVENTURE BOY RESTS! (until friday. oh god.)
Nooch, y'all.
J
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are you heading out for the xmas meet this saturday?
I'll try and be a bit calmer this time round....
maybe...