It's not me, it's the drugs talking
They make you do stupid stuff and say stupid stuff. Drugs ROCK! Old-time B3ta person Fraser says, "I remember turning to a flatmate once, after getting stoned and sitting through an episode of Casualty, and proclaiming "Wow! Those actors are *so* talented!". And really meaning it."
What do you regret doing under the influence?
( , Thu 15 Dec 2005, 11:19)
They make you do stupid stuff and say stupid stuff. Drugs ROCK! Old-time B3ta person Fraser says, "I remember turning to a flatmate once, after getting stoned and sitting through an episode of Casualty, and proclaiming "Wow! Those actors are *so* talented!". And really meaning it."
What do you regret doing under the influence?
( , Thu 15 Dec 2005, 11:19)
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And another thing..
I recall the one and only time I took shrooms.
In halls years ago, I chipped in for some Mexicanas, and we boiled them up into a foul foul brew, which I had trouble keeping down for about 2 hours.
Then I and a friend (M from the dexys story) went to the club night at our student union. He sober (ish) and I shrooming like a twat. Bad bad bad bad bad idea.. I wore sunglasses in the hope that people wouldn't see the state of my eyes, but a mate stole them and ran off.
I spent about 45 minutes asking everyone I recognised if they'd seen a guy with sunglasses on, as I had by this point become almost umbilically attached to them, and depended on them for my wellbeing (as far as being well is possible on mushrooms).
They were eventually restored to me, and I retreated to a corner fending off any attempts at socialising from anyone with whom I wouldn't trust my life (ie: pretty much everyone).
The lesson learned that night was mushrooms + clubs = NO!
( , Fri 16 Dec 2005, 20:04, Reply)
I recall the one and only time I took shrooms.
In halls years ago, I chipped in for some Mexicanas, and we boiled them up into a foul foul brew, which I had trouble keeping down for about 2 hours.
Then I and a friend (M from the dexys story) went to the club night at our student union. He sober (ish) and I shrooming like a twat. Bad bad bad bad bad idea.. I wore sunglasses in the hope that people wouldn't see the state of my eyes, but a mate stole them and ran off.
I spent about 45 minutes asking everyone I recognised if they'd seen a guy with sunglasses on, as I had by this point become almost umbilically attached to them, and depended on them for my wellbeing (as far as being well is possible on mushrooms).
They were eventually restored to me, and I retreated to a corner fending off any attempts at socialising from anyone with whom I wouldn't trust my life (ie: pretty much everyone).
The lesson learned that night was mushrooms + clubs = NO!
( , Fri 16 Dec 2005, 20:04, Reply)
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