Dexy's Midnight Runners
While I confess to being found in a variety of states after a variety of different substances, one particular episode stands out:

I had met up with a group of friends at our student union one afternoon, with the intention of drinking the time away until a friend of a friend's band was due to play. Now, this particular friend, M, is a bit of a goth, not excessively so - being posessed of a remarkably positive outlook - but knows some absolute space aliens, to put it in the most generous terms..

Anyhoo, said band play (not too brilliantly as I recall), and post-gig drinking ensues, to the point where M made the call for an afterparty at his. Great! More drinking! Let's go! The goth band came too, as did several of their entourage. Amongst which was this guy (who's name I forget), who as it turned out at a later stage that night, suffered from ADHD, and had his whole prescription of Dexedrine with him, something like 500-odd pills in vibrant blue blister packs - a rucksack full basically.

Now, I hear Dexedrine is what they give to fighter pilots to keep them frosty, and most GIs in WW2 had a ration. It's also violently addictive. This I had to discover for myself. This guy was just going round handing out the pills free, so of course I helped myself to one. 'Prescription speed', I thought, 'worth a squirt..' And yes, it was much like speed, but total front-brain wiring hardcore violent speed! Harsher than base! So off I went, jabbering for minutes on end to a variety of different people, mainly about egocentric topics, I even think I summarised my entire life story complete with dramatic highs and lows to one poor girl..

Thing is, with the availability being what it was, it wasn't long before most of the gathered 20-odd people were speeding their tits off on this satan's concoction. This basically meant that the party lasted well into the next day, until around 8pm-ish, by which point I must have gobbled in excess of 20 pills. Remember what I said about these things being addictive? Once ths guy had finally left we decided to head to the student union again to booze away the comedown. I dunno about you guys but that never works for me, as confirmed by this particular trip. As we were sat there, the comedown took full effect, and I sat in a cold sweat feeling more and more agitated. Thing is, some fellas had come over and were chatting to us on our table, in retrospect decent lads who were being sociable, but at the time all I could do was mumble pleasantries and stare into my pint. Moreover I was convinced, 100% CONVINCED, that these were plainclothes detectives trying to collar us for our night of gratuitous excess! It was all I could do to gibber that I wanted to go home, so we headed out. The rest buggered off and I had to wait for a bus into Peckham (an unnerving enterprise at the best of times), feeling actually afraid of the buses, the cars the pedestrians, EVERYTHING!

So remember kids, if someone offers you free pills, no matter how official they look, politely decline. It's in your own interest.

I'd apologise for length, but I've been told it's perfectly proportioned...
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