BUMPITY
Speaking of bad times to do drugs.....
Worked all night tonight until 12:30, went into town to go out. Went out for a while, but decided to go home cause I wasnt feeling too good.
Had a pill before I left, but wasnt kicking in.
Walking home, this chick walks over to us and asks us which way to Charlestown. We tell her its like 15km and she cant walk it, and she begs us to get her away from this guy who was across the street. She starts to go loco trying ot get away form him, so we take her back to my place, where she tells the girls that she had been raped.
So we call the cops, and pack up anything that could get me in trouble (bong, sappies, Bluelight). The cops arrive, begin to take my statement and BAM! pill kicks in. Really fucking wierd. Trying not to smile when someone has been raped is sick.
Then my female friend went with her in the Ambo, and we talked to the D's (who when they arrived, looked like they were there to drop off pills). One trip to the hospital to pick her up later, here I am at home. Trying to work out what the fuck is going on.
I'd like ot add too that when the chick left this dudes house to try and leave, she took a handfull of his mail and his phone, for ID, which we gave to the cops.
I feel even more sorry for the two boys who were at my place already when we arrived. They were on acid. I had to take one of them out the back and hide him while the cops were there. One of the ambos went out to make sure he was alright, and came back in shaking his head, laughing.
Welp, I'm rambling, that'll be the pill. I'm off.