Frozen pies and a fickle bunch of Rollies
Alright, the title doesn?€™t seem all too inspired, but I suppose that?€™s what the body of this piece is going to provide ?€“ the real details of this fine and fun-filled evening.
The night in question was set for debauchery after the wireframe of our plans, not yet complete, had been filled in rapidly with a solid foundation of hallucinogens and other such ingredients. Our plan to procure and consume acid had been in the works for the past few weeks and to our dismay we had indeed suffered setbacks, setbacks in the form of not being able to procure the said d-lysergic acid diethylamide ?€“ bugger.
We had all resigned ourselves to the fact that we were going to have to wait for a much longer time to enjoy another rainbow adventure, a fact which saddened us very much. However with a stroke of luck, and seventeen dealers later, we managed to rustle up 4 tabs of grade A blotter ?€“ and thus the story begins.
The players:
JJ: as JJ.
JT: as JT.
P: as P.
Me: as G.
This is a stunning cast of players! These are the people who would spend this night rekindling their interest in wall-fixtures, Google images, and floors along with losing the ability to concentrate on the simple task of rolling a cigarette.
The ingredients:
?€? Four tabs of Lucy
?€? 1 bottle of amyl nitrate
?€? 1 case of Bluetongue Lager
?€? 1 bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label
?€? A metric shitload of Port Royal tobacco along with all the rolling accoutrement
?€? Mr Jeffrey Mills
?€? A gram of weed
?€? 4 fine young gentlemen (space cadets) with a love for being on a different wavelength
We were set, we had come together as a cohesive unit, our managerial skills and organisational prowess coming together brilliantly to form a wonderful list of ingredients and a great setting. We had been invited over to JT?€™s house, the anticipation in all of us was profound this Friday ?€“ we had the keys to the kingdom, and by fuck were we going to enjoy unlocking the door.
P and I arrived at the house at five past eight on the Friday evening of the rest of our lives (at least for the next 12 hours or so) JJ?€™s car was already there, I expected JT (whose house it was) and he were probably sitting around the table nervously looking at the neatly bagged tabs with a sense of increasing eagerness.
We walked in casually and said our hellos and how-dos ?€“ myself with my guitar in its case, P trailing ever so slightly behind. After this brief introduction we got down to the crucial decision ?€“ JJ opened his mouth and uttered the most beautiful words I had heard in a while; ?€œShall we tab??€ We were ravenous tigers, leaping ceremoniously out of the door to where our tab-friends lay in waiting.
Within minutes the little blue-head printed tabs were in each of our respective mouths, doing the dissolving and imbibing dance. We were happy, we were ready ?€“ nervous anticipation was in our midst, but an overall sense of joyous positivity kept all of us keenly alert and merry. We decided we?€™d put on a DVD to keep us company whilst our friend Lucy crept up and met our minds with a wonderful psychedelic handshake.
Human Traffic didn?€™t play; curse the UK region code for DVD?€™s. ?€˜Where the Buffalo Roam?€™ would have to suffice, delightfully silly and perfectly akin to our real life situation ?€“ minus the marginal insanity and depravity.
Expecting an hour?€™s wait, we were all surprised to feel our bodies starting to feel a little strange; we?€™d only been sipping lightly on a beer for about twenty minutes before we felt the mild and ever increasing tingles, it was psychoactive pianissimo, about to crescendo wonderfully into hallucinogenic fortissimo, it was a beautiful melody baby.
The movie was hard enough to follow with a sober mindset, but it became increasingly hard to stop being distracted by the shadows that were undulating of their own accord all around the room ?€“ the tracers attached to the pixels of the TV added to the effect ?€“ and soon it was altogether impossible to hold our attention to the screen for more than a minute ?€“ we were here, and with such force.
Soon we were rolling on the floor, laughing about laughing, watching shadows dancing, tasting sandy ash in our mouths that didn?€™t exist ?€“ lighting masses of tea-lights and wondering if we really were sitting in chairs the size of Africa.
The toilet soon became the place to be, the mirror a cavalcade of intensely changing shapes and images ?€“ psychedelic tracers adorning the minutest fibres of everything around us. I remember distinctly seeing my face morphing in twenty different ways within the space of half a minute ?€“ as I took a pee I relaxed my vision whilst looking ahead ?€“and it felt like I was in the middle of a crowd ?€“ seeing familiar faces and in general wondering why so many people were crowding around me as I was taking a piss.
Audio-hallucinations were also running abound in my head at this point ?€“ it seemed like I could almost make up my own scenario ?€“ as if people were right at the door listening in, or as if there was a rock concert going on outside of the doors. I was always slightly surprised to walk out of the door to find no one in the immediate vicinity.
We were joined by a friend of ours, a girl named T for a short while ?€“ I hadn?€™t seen her for a reasonable length of time ?€“ and I was not expecting to see her, especially on this night. She suspected quite quickly that we weren?€™t our usual selves ?€“ we were giggling like school boys who had just discovered the joys of whoopee cushions.
I was trying my hardest to uphold a normal conversation ?€“ JJ, P and JT were all having a blast and so was I, but I was almost unable to try and be fully taken under by the effects of Mr A. Cid because I thought I had a duty to fulfill ?€“ to make T feel welcome and not like she was a case-worker in a mental reform clinic. Everything was moving and shaking, shadows were playing tricks with me ?€“ come to think of it?€?everything I saw was playing tricks on me. I half thought T was a little Eskimo. (She had a furry hood on, and it was confusing to say the least.)
After she had left, we all enjoyed our privacy, a private party on our own personal wavelength. We ended up migrating to JT?€™s bedroom in search of a guitar pick ?€“ needless to say we got stuck there in amazement at both JT?€™s laptop desktop background (Domo Kun destroying a city) and were infinitely amused by an Asian Kevin Rudd look-alike on Facebook and his addictive online game, where touching balls was the key to winning.
JJ brought up some images designed to engage the senses, and our senses were all rather engaged, by anything in the living and online world. We spent about 10 minutes pondering over a rather visually busy image ?€“ at first I thought it was a GIF or a video, it was moving that much. There were lots of faces and colours, twisted and warped into a tremulous mess. It was quite fun to say the least.
We were also expecting some friends over from the local RSL club; they would bring normal cigarettes ?€“ a godsend judging as though it was almost at the point where I believed I didn?€™t own opposable thumbs.
When they finally arrived, I felt a crude sense of being invaded ?€“ like I had to become the rational man again, and struggle to explain to the recently arrived group of friends. I suppose this tells me something, I?€™d prefer to be on the same wavelength as everyone ?€“ otherwise I tend to go silent or completely incapable of explaining a situation. I couldn?€™t completely enjoy myself at this point ?€“ I felt like I wanted to rest somewhere in a quiet room with the other three and not explain a single thing.
Intermittent guitar playing, mindless meandering and wanton drinking seemed to fill a large portion of this period. Time seemed to be fairly distorted ?€“ as I realized that they had been at JT?€™s for about three to four hours. A pie was being cooked for one of them as they were up and ready to leave ?€“ it was clutched to like the last hope for humanity as they left the house. We didn?€™t realize that it must have been more than half way frozen still ?€“ until after. I felt sorry for him, but we got to eat the other pie (after cooking it for another fifteen minutes).
I?€™d taken a backseat for a while and enjoyed a few scotches ?€“ JJ was preparing cuisine fit for a king in the kitchen, he was crushing up a pill into the finest dust imaginable ?€“ fine enough to comfortably fall through a coffee filter without even pausing.
Once the powder was safely up our nostrils, we retire to the living room to enjoy some video games, Rock Band had never been so interesting and engaging ?€“ I really was part of the band.
I haven?€™t mentioned this until now, and I?€™m surprised, because it was a reality warping superstar ?€“ the amyl (Room odouriser? An odour of filthy bum-sex) was something we kept going back to ?€“ it changed our whole perspective on the whole trip for a couple of minutes. It really took us into another dimension, JJ was adamant he was back at our 21st birthday, I was impressed, bottled headache never felt or smelt so good.
Things were starting to slow however, and we were all feeling a little tired, if not a little down about the trip being over ?€“ so we cracked open the weed and rolled a joint. This brought a large portion of the feeling back, it was a great high ?€“ mingled with remnants of ecstasy and LSD it was a profound and intense heady high. Adding some amyl to this, and we truly were space cadets, slowly drifting away from the orbit of reality.
Most of us were tired ?€“ and I knew I wasn?€™t going to be able to sleep properly?€?so I brought out a handy little pipe to smoke a bowl of weed. This really kicked shit into overdrive, and I was ready to retire something severe. However, as tired as I felt I could not sleep. After JT had gone to his bed, JJ and the rest of us decided as a nightcap we?€™d have some amyl up the nose. This proved to be a disaster for P, who sniggered a few drops of the stuff right into his eye. A comical few moments in the kitchen saw JJ urging P to pour milk into his eye, P wasn?€™t having any of it and simply drunk from the cup of milk with which he was presented.
After this we all settled down again, JJ, P and I all taking another hit of the stuff ?€“ no mishaps this time. I felt like I was part of the floor. We had reached the end of this drug-fuelled concerto, the final movement finally dying down to the soft repetition of my own heart and my slow, rhythmical breathing.
I thought I would be able to sleep, but I was greeted by a light-cum-fireworks show inside my head ?€“ intense purples followed by oranges and greens, flittering about like alien orbs inside my mind?€™s eye. I kept trying to visualize words, but I couldn?€™t ever get the whole picture of a word inside my head, it was eluding me in all numbers of ways. An odd thing to be thinking about, but nevertheless it kept me awake.
I also was thinking paranoid thoughts, along with self-affirming thoughts and contemplative thoughts, all coming in waves of positivity and negativity. My throat was dry, and I just could not manage the sweet embrace of sleep.
I came to the next morning however and realized that I must have slept, as the sun was out in full force and breakfast was not far away.
A slap up meal of bacon and eggs, along with some hot sauce was enough to perk me up ?€“ all previous effects of the now finished night were gone and I felt tired if anything.
We all said our goodbyes after a mighty cleanup we went home to our different beds to sleep and contemplate ?€“ it was a night well had ?€“ I would have changed a few things perhaps, but yet it was so grand. Remember my friends, always ask yourself the question: Why can?€™t drugs? (Somewhat of an in-joke, but it essentially means we all had a very good night.)
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Alright, the title doesn?€™t seem all too inspired, but I suppose that?€™s what the body of this piece is going to provide ?€“ the real details of this fine and fun-filled evening.
The night in question was set for debauchery after the wireframe of our plans, not yet complete, had been filled in rapidly with a solid foundation of hallucinogens and other such ingredients. Our plan to procure and consume acid had been in the works for the past few weeks and to our dismay we had indeed suffered setbacks, setbacks in the form of not being able to procure the said d-lysergic acid diethylamide ?€“ bugger.
We had all resigned ourselves to the fact that we were going to have to wait for a much longer time to enjoy another rainbow adventure, a fact which saddened us very much. However with a stroke of luck, and seventeen dealers later, we managed to rustle up 4 tabs of grade A blotter ?€“ and thus the story begins.
The players:
JJ: as JJ.
JT: as JT.
P: as P.
Me: as G.
This is a stunning cast of players! These are the people who would spend this night rekindling their interest in wall-fixtures, Google images, and floors along with losing the ability to concentrate on the simple task of rolling a cigarette.
The ingredients:
?€? Four tabs of Lucy
?€? 1 bottle of amyl nitrate
?€? 1 case of Bluetongue Lager
?€? 1 bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label
?€? A metric shitload of Port Royal tobacco along with all the rolling accoutrement
?€? Mr Jeffrey Mills
?€? A gram of weed
?€? 4 fine young gentlemen (space cadets) with a love for being on a different wavelength
We were set, we had come together as a cohesive unit, our managerial skills and organisational prowess coming together brilliantly to form a wonderful list of ingredients and a great setting. We had been invited over to JT?€™s house, the anticipation in all of us was profound this Friday ?€“ we had the keys to the kingdom, and by fuck were we going to enjoy unlocking the door.
P and I arrived at the house at five past eight on the Friday evening of the rest of our lives (at least for the next 12 hours or so) JJ?€™s car was already there, I expected JT (whose house it was) and he were probably sitting around the table nervously looking at the neatly bagged tabs with a sense of increasing eagerness.
We walked in casually and said our hellos and how-dos ?€“ myself with my guitar in its case, P trailing ever so slightly behind. After this brief introduction we got down to the crucial decision ?€“ JJ opened his mouth and uttered the most beautiful words I had heard in a while; ?€œShall we tab??€ We were ravenous tigers, leaping ceremoniously out of the door to where our tab-friends lay in waiting.
Within minutes the little blue-head printed tabs were in each of our respective mouths, doing the dissolving and imbibing dance. We were happy, we were ready ?€“ nervous anticipation was in our midst, but an overall sense of joyous positivity kept all of us keenly alert and merry. We decided we?€™d put on a DVD to keep us company whilst our friend Lucy crept up and met our minds with a wonderful psychedelic handshake.
Human Traffic didn?€™t play; curse the UK region code for DVD?€™s. ?€˜Where the Buffalo Roam?€™ would have to suffice, delightfully silly and perfectly akin to our real life situation ?€“ minus the marginal insanity and depravity.
Expecting an hour?€™s wait, we were all surprised to feel our bodies starting to feel a little strange; we?€™d only been sipping lightly on a beer for about twenty minutes before we felt the mild and ever increasing tingles, it was psychoactive pianissimo, about to crescendo wonderfully into hallucinogenic fortissimo, it was a beautiful melody baby.
The movie was hard enough to follow with a sober mindset, but it became increasingly hard to stop being distracted by the shadows that were undulating of their own accord all around the room ?€“ the tracers attached to the pixels of the TV added to the effect ?€“ and soon it was altogether impossible to hold our attention to the screen for more than a minute ?€“ we were here, and with such force.
Soon we were rolling on the floor, laughing about laughing, watching shadows dancing, tasting sandy ash in our mouths that didn?€™t exist ?€“ lighting masses of tea-lights and wondering if we really were sitting in chairs the size of Africa.
The toilet soon became the place to be, the mirror a cavalcade of intensely changing shapes and images ?€“ psychedelic tracers adorning the minutest fibres of everything around us. I remember distinctly seeing my face morphing in twenty different ways within the space of half a minute ?€“ as I took a pee I relaxed my vision whilst looking ahead ?€“and it felt like I was in the middle of a crowd ?€“ seeing familiar faces and in general wondering why so many people were crowding around me as I was taking a piss.
Audio-hallucinations were also running abound in my head at this point ?€“ it seemed like I could almost make up my own scenario ?€“ as if people were right at the door listening in, or as if there was a rock concert going on outside of the doors. I was always slightly surprised to walk out of the door to find no one in the immediate vicinity.
We were joined by a friend of ours, a girl named T for a short while ?€“ I hadn?€™t seen her for a reasonable length of time ?€“ and I was not expecting to see her, especially on this night. She suspected quite quickly that we weren?€™t our usual selves ?€“ we were giggling like school boys who had just discovered the joys of whoopee cushions.
I was trying my hardest to uphold a normal conversation ?€“ JJ, P and JT were all having a blast and so was I, but I was almost unable to try and be fully taken under by the effects of Mr A. Cid because I thought I had a duty to fulfill ?€“ to make T feel welcome and not like she was a case-worker in a mental reform clinic. Everything was moving and shaking, shadows were playing tricks with me ?€“ come to think of it?€?everything I saw was playing tricks on me. I half thought T was a little Eskimo. (She had a furry hood on, and it was confusing to say the least.)
After she had left, we all enjoyed our privacy, a private party on our own personal wavelength. We ended up migrating to JT?€™s bedroom in search of a guitar pick ?€“ needless to say we got stuck there in amazement at both JT?€™s laptop desktop background (Domo Kun destroying a city) and were infinitely amused by an Asian Kevin Rudd look-alike on Facebook and his addictive online game, where touching balls was the key to winning.
JJ brought up some images designed to engage the senses, and our senses were all rather engaged, by anything in the living and online world. We spent about 10 minutes pondering over a rather visually busy image ?€“ at first I thought it was a GIF or a video, it was moving that much. There were lots of faces and colours, twisted and warped into a tremulous mess. It was quite fun to say the least.
We were also expecting some friends over from the local RSL club; they would bring normal cigarettes ?€“ a godsend judging as though it was almost at the point where I believed I didn?€™t own opposable thumbs.
When they finally arrived, I felt a crude sense of being invaded ?€“ like I had to become the rational man again, and struggle to explain to the recently arrived group of friends. I suppose this tells me something, I?€™d prefer to be on the same wavelength as everyone ?€“ otherwise I tend to go silent or completely incapable of explaining a situation. I couldn?€™t completely enjoy myself at this point ?€“ I felt like I wanted to rest somewhere in a quiet room with the other three and not explain a single thing.
Intermittent guitar playing, mindless meandering and wanton drinking seemed to fill a large portion of this period. Time seemed to be fairly distorted ?€“ as I realized that they had been at JT?€™s for about three to four hours. A pie was being cooked for one of them as they were up and ready to leave ?€“ it was clutched to like the last hope for humanity as they left the house. We didn?€™t realize that it must have been more than half way frozen still ?€“ until after. I felt sorry for him, but we got to eat the other pie (after cooking it for another fifteen minutes).
I?€™d taken a backseat for a while and enjoyed a few scotches ?€“ JJ was preparing cuisine fit for a king in the kitchen, he was crushing up a pill into the finest dust imaginable ?€“ fine enough to comfortably fall through a coffee filter without even pausing.
Once the powder was safely up our nostrils, we retire to the living room to enjoy some video games, Rock Band had never been so interesting and engaging ?€“ I really was part of the band.
I haven?€™t mentioned this until now, and I?€™m surprised, because it was a reality warping superstar ?€“ the amyl (Room odouriser? An odour of filthy bum-sex) was something we kept going back to ?€“ it changed our whole perspective on the whole trip for a couple of minutes. It really took us into another dimension, JJ was adamant he was back at our 21st birthday, I was impressed, bottled headache never felt or smelt so good.
Things were starting to slow however, and we were all feeling a little tired, if not a little down about the trip being over ?€“ so we cracked open the weed and rolled a joint. This brought a large portion of the feeling back, it was a great high ?€“ mingled with remnants of ecstasy and LSD it was a profound and intense heady high. Adding some amyl to this, and we truly were space cadets, slowly drifting away from the orbit of reality.
Most of us were tired ?€“ and I knew I wasn?€™t going to be able to sleep properly?€?so I brought out a handy little pipe to smoke a bowl of weed. This really kicked shit into overdrive, and I was ready to retire something severe. However, as tired as I felt I could not sleep. After JT had gone to his bed, JJ and the rest of us decided as a nightcap we?€™d have some amyl up the nose. This proved to be a disaster for P, who sniggered a few drops of the stuff right into his eye. A comical few moments in the kitchen saw JJ urging P to pour milk into his eye, P wasn?€™t having any of it and simply drunk from the cup of milk with which he was presented.
After this we all settled down again, JJ, P and I all taking another hit of the stuff ?€“ no mishaps this time. I felt like I was part of the floor. We had reached the end of this drug-fuelled concerto, the final movement finally dying down to the soft repetition of my own heart and my slow, rhythmical breathing.
I thought I would be able to sleep, but I was greeted by a light-cum-fireworks show inside my head ?€“ intense purples followed by oranges and greens, flittering about like alien orbs inside my mind?€™s eye. I kept trying to visualize words, but I couldn?€™t ever get the whole picture of a word inside my head, it was eluding me in all numbers of ways. An odd thing to be thinking about, but nevertheless it kept me awake.
I also was thinking paranoid thoughts, along with self-affirming thoughts and contemplative thoughts, all coming in waves of positivity and negativity. My throat was dry, and I just could not manage the sweet embrace of sleep.
I came to the next morning however and realized that I must have slept, as the sun was out in full force and breakfast was not far away.
A slap up meal of bacon and eggs, along with some hot sauce was enough to perk me up ?€“ all previous effects of the now finished night were gone and I felt tired if anything.
We all said our goodbyes after a mighty cleanup we went home to our different beds to sleep and contemplate ?€“ it was a night well had ?€“ I would have changed a few things perhaps, but yet it was so grand. Remember my friends, always ask yourself the question: Why can?€™t drugs? (Somewhat of an in-joke, but it essentially means we all had a very good night.)
Tagged by Xorkoth
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