Crazy night in Dullsville part IV
May 17th 2010 09:34
Part four: On a mission
Fuck, that’s a lot of money. Now that I’ve consigned myself to the drudgery of the working life, I’m more than happy to fork out my hard earned dough in exchange for fun times during my precious spare time.
But $400 for coke was ridiculous. Damn it!! Looks like we had to revert to Plan B – drinking all night.
On my way to the bar, I divert to the men’s for a quick pit stop. At the sink, stands a 20-something indy, holding a pill, most probably ecstasy, in his hand.
“Are you a cop,” he says.
Ok, I admit I’m not an alternative, despite sharing common viewpoints, and my “plain” appearance to this drug addled arty must have had me looking like a square.
“Yeah mate, I’m a cop now fuckin’ hand me your pill,” I say, in an attempt to sound like an arrogant pig.
It doesn’t work. The Arty, with a look of contempt, shrugs me off and downs his E.
I walk off, even more downtrodden now. Despite its coolness, maybe this was the wrong bar to be while craving a drug binge.
Everyone here was high as a kite or at least were fucked enough they appeared to be on drugs.
But I had to stick to booze tonight. Not a bad consolation prize but I want to go off the deep end tonight.
After downing a few more cocktails I’m well and truly parched but still missing the killer knockout blow.
I’m sitting at an outside table in the laneway with Roy and Rob, and we are dribbling shit. Mostly Roy and I rant about finding greener pastures in the slums of Cambodia.
Suddenly we are joined by two of Roy’s friends. The man’s face is pale, with an untidy beard and he is wearing dark clothes. He looks a handsome devil worshiper from a stereotypical horror film. He is accompanied by a blonde-haired woman in her early 30s but who appears to have the affects of substance abuse. Perhaps because of excessive drug use?
A light bulb flashes in my drunk skull. Maybe these two freaks have drugs/ are dealers or know dealers.
When Roy heads off to the bar to buy another round, I make my move. I engage in some initial small talk before going for the juggler.
“Do you know where we can get some drugs,” I say directly but confidently to the dude.
He’s initially taken aback but quickly composes himself and says “normally I can get any drug but my phone is fucked so I can’t get hold of my sources”.
Fuck, tonight’s not my night!!
But Roy comes back to the table, juggling three drinks, and suggests we do acid.
The night suddenly takes a complete u-turn and this moment will define whether the night spirals into complete decadence.
To be continued…….
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