johannes kreisler
Bluelighter
hey guys: just kinda fucked up. not that I'm in a bad place right now (
) but this was really reckless...
imagine you spend the whole night in a really old school tavern listening to really old school - but handmade - folk music while slowly getting (kinda desperately) drunk. you're really fucked up and decide to go home cause the place is "already" (5am) closing. on your way home (20min) some probably amped up and obviously psychotic freak starts walking besides you and is starting his rant. you hesitantly remove your headphones (vivaldi) and listen to the guy: he talks about his father who is the boss of the local police and about syringes and needles and whatnot...
being the friendly guy that you are you listen to the guy with the intent to somehow help him. but this guy - he is friendly though, but paranoid - takes out his "letter" (don't know the word in english. folded piece of paper u know...) with ~0,5 of white substance in it and asks if I want a line, supposing it's coke. he scatters his shit all around a first floor windowsill (residential house) in the middle of the city, prepares you a FAT line on his motherfuckin passport (!) and urges you to get out a bank note (for insufflation not for payment. was not sure first.. XD ). you taste the stuff and it seems to indeed be coke...
now I'm sitting at home at dusk, waiting for 1mg of lorazepam to finally kick and get me to sleep after this unexpected coke-high, listening to miles davis, smoking cigs and wondering what kind of fucked up performance that was (tried to talk sensibly to the guy for 30min while walking around trying get through to him - to no avail. at one point HE JUST FUCKING TURNED AROUND AND LEFT. said he needs to "call his father".)
WTF. (harm reduction fail.)
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imagine you spend the whole night in a really old school tavern listening to really old school - but handmade - folk music while slowly getting (kinda desperately) drunk. you're really fucked up and decide to go home cause the place is "already" (5am) closing. on your way home (20min) some probably amped up and obviously psychotic freak starts walking besides you and is starting his rant. you hesitantly remove your headphones (vivaldi) and listen to the guy: he talks about his father who is the boss of the local police and about syringes and needles and whatnot...
being the friendly guy that you are you listen to the guy with the intent to somehow help him. but this guy - he is friendly though, but paranoid - takes out his "letter" (don't know the word in english. folded piece of paper u know...) with ~0,5 of white substance in it and asks if I want a line, supposing it's coke. he scatters his shit all around a first floor windowsill (residential house) in the middle of the city, prepares you a FAT line on his motherfuckin passport (!) and urges you to get out a bank note (for insufflation not for payment. was not sure first.. XD ). you taste the stuff and it seems to indeed be coke...
now I'm sitting at home at dusk, waiting for 1mg of lorazepam to finally kick and get me to sleep after this unexpected coke-high, listening to miles davis, smoking cigs and wondering what kind of fucked up performance that was (tried to talk sensibly to the guy for 30min while walking around trying get through to him - to no avail. at one point HE JUST FUCKING TURNED AROUND AND LEFT. said he needs to "call his father".)
WTF. (harm reduction fail.)
8(
