EatStatic
Bluelighter
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- Oct 14, 2005
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Well yesterday i had my cocaine virginity taken at last. And this is how it went down.
I wake up early about 8 as im heading on an annual wine tour called Spring in the Valley; where busloads of 20 somethings hit various wineries over the course of the day, each bigger and more packed with fucked up people than the last, culminating in a massive end of day piss up of about 5000 people. Mosey on over to collect the boys and get down the pickup location by 9, by which time ive knocked over my first bacardi/coke of the day. The first couple of hours pass by without much to note, other than my polishing about 1/3 - 1/2 bottle of bacardi (could drink on bus) and a few glasses of plonk at the early wineries.
At some stage at the 3rd winery we visited, my mate suggested we go rail some coke in the dunnies. Of course, i think that this is a good idea. He racked up a couple of lines on the window sill, while i held the bathroom door shut and yelled "cleaning" at any stooges who came looking for a piss. It felt relatively smooth going up the snout, considerably easier than meth for the volume. Im in a great state of mind - fucking drunk and having my expectations of the days wineries greatly exceeded. Im not slightly concerned about my heart or any shit like that. I came up very quickly, almost as soon as we left the bathroom i felt the effects. I was obviously sped up a bit, uppers style, talked a lot and found myself trying to articulate my points well. My mood was lifted even higher than it was initially, i was so fucking content with the situation and stoked with prospect of more wineries and mental bus antics to come.
The rest of the day panned out pretty much as expected, which is to say fucking fantastically. I finished off my bottle of bacardi and was very generously offered a few more nice lines throughout the day. Needless to say i was fucking smashed well before the end of the day. The thing that sticks out most in my mind about the coke was my *not. giving. a. fuck*. I just didnt give a fuck about any stupid shit like getting in peoples way, dancing like a cocksucker, making a dick out of myself etc. If a brawl had broken out i probably would have jumped in on it just for the fuck of it. Just as an example i took a piss on the bus wheel at some stage, with a bunch of people i knew walking towards me from the way i was half facing. I just held my cock out loud and proud in plain view, and they're like 'fuck dude put it away' etc. Its not something i would normally do even drunk, but i quite liked the idea of flopping me cock around in front of the chicks at the time. A note of caution as well- i like to consider myself a good drunk driver, but after a line back at my mates joint afterwards, i went driving to see if the nang shop was still open, and on the way back spotted a security car parked at the side of the road. Needless to say i thought it would be a great idea to fang past him and try to instigate some sort of chase, which i did. It was fucking fun but my driving was shit and i ended up losing the arse end, spinning a 180 and dinging up a curb onto someones lawn on the other side of the road. Lost the cunts though
In future though i might not drive, just very possible to overestimate yourself i think and end up in the shit one way or another.
But yeah, other than that lowlight, i no shit had one of the best days ive had in years ay. Due i large part to the actual event, but with a considerable helping hand from my new friend charly. The comedown was fairly mild and hard to get a time on due to me drinking half the swan valley, the synergy between the coke and booze as well was fantastic. cheers, for reading, have a good day/night! And do yourself a favour and get hold of some coke if you can fucken rad.
I wake up early about 8 as im heading on an annual wine tour called Spring in the Valley; where busloads of 20 somethings hit various wineries over the course of the day, each bigger and more packed with fucked up people than the last, culminating in a massive end of day piss up of about 5000 people. Mosey on over to collect the boys and get down the pickup location by 9, by which time ive knocked over my first bacardi/coke of the day. The first couple of hours pass by without much to note, other than my polishing about 1/3 - 1/2 bottle of bacardi (could drink on bus) and a few glasses of plonk at the early wineries.
At some stage at the 3rd winery we visited, my mate suggested we go rail some coke in the dunnies. Of course, i think that this is a good idea. He racked up a couple of lines on the window sill, while i held the bathroom door shut and yelled "cleaning" at any stooges who came looking for a piss. It felt relatively smooth going up the snout, considerably easier than meth for the volume. Im in a great state of mind - fucking drunk and having my expectations of the days wineries greatly exceeded. Im not slightly concerned about my heart or any shit like that. I came up very quickly, almost as soon as we left the bathroom i felt the effects. I was obviously sped up a bit, uppers style, talked a lot and found myself trying to articulate my points well. My mood was lifted even higher than it was initially, i was so fucking content with the situation and stoked with prospect of more wineries and mental bus antics to come.
The rest of the day panned out pretty much as expected, which is to say fucking fantastically. I finished off my bottle of bacardi and was very generously offered a few more nice lines throughout the day. Needless to say i was fucking smashed well before the end of the day. The thing that sticks out most in my mind about the coke was my *not. giving. a. fuck*. I just didnt give a fuck about any stupid shit like getting in peoples way, dancing like a cocksucker, making a dick out of myself etc. If a brawl had broken out i probably would have jumped in on it just for the fuck of it. Just as an example i took a piss on the bus wheel at some stage, with a bunch of people i knew walking towards me from the way i was half facing. I just held my cock out loud and proud in plain view, and they're like 'fuck dude put it away' etc. Its not something i would normally do even drunk, but i quite liked the idea of flopping me cock around in front of the chicks at the time. A note of caution as well- i like to consider myself a good drunk driver, but after a line back at my mates joint afterwards, i went driving to see if the nang shop was still open, and on the way back spotted a security car parked at the side of the road. Needless to say i thought it would be a great idea to fang past him and try to instigate some sort of chase, which i did. It was fucking fun but my driving was shit and i ended up losing the arse end, spinning a 180 and dinging up a curb onto someones lawn on the other side of the road. Lost the cunts though
In future though i might not drive, just very possible to overestimate yourself i think and end up in the shit one way or another.But yeah, other than that lowlight, i no shit had one of the best days ive had in years ay. Due i large part to the actual event, but with a considerable helping hand from my new friend charly. The comedown was fairly mild and hard to get a time on due to me drinking half the swan valley, the synergy between the coke and booze as well was fantastic. cheers, for reading, have a good day/night! And do yourself a favour and get hold of some coke if you can
fucken rad.
also end up having a fuckload of fun no matter what you end up doing.