Live Fast, Die Young...
April 1st 2007 13:11
And leave a beautiful corpse.
Well, at least I'm on my way to getting 2/3. Beauty is subjective anyway.
This weekend has been incredibly intense. For me, that's really saying something. Thursday I wrote about, and come friday I was feeling pretty fucking wretched. I still hit the town though. Big time.
So, the latter part of my friday was spent hooking up pills. Not just for me, but for several other people as well. I have to hand it to drug dealers, they put up with a lot of fucking around. People kept changing their minds, and my orders kept changing all fucking day... It went from 12 to 17 to 20-something to 34 to 29 and back to 25... after that I said fuckit, you're either getting what you've already ordered or you're getting nothing. To be fair, the guy I got them off was a trooper, and didn't seem to mind me fucking him around with the numbers.
Anyways, so 10 of these were for one person, and I got rid of them early (this person also held on to one of mine, which I was gonna take the next night). That just left 14 pills in my pocket, and me wandering around the valley. The legal limit for dealing, from what I hear, is 2 pills, so 14 would have been enough to put me away for a long, long time. So yes, I was sort of stressing.
So it's 10pm, and I'm wandering around the valley with a pocket full of pills and cops everywhere. Thank fuck they didn't have their sniffer dogs out again (that's a story for another time). I meet up with the group, and dish out the gear, so I only have 6 pills on me (3 of which were for me, and 3 were for my girlies), which made me feel alot calmer. The girls are both members at family, and I managed to get in for free. On top of that, since i was getting in with a member, I got an armband which entitled me access to the members only area, free food (which I didn't eat... E was originally a diet pill believe it or not, and does a miraculous job of killing appetite), and a free drink. Fucking score.
The music at family was fucking awesome. Bexta is a legend. I ended up taking 4 pills, the most I've ever done in one night... I took one of the girls' pills and promised they could have the one that my friend was holding for me. Unfortunately, I was so stressed out and rushed when I bolted out of college that I left my speed in the fridge... fucking stupid. So, it was just a pinger night, but what a night it was.
We end up leaving family and catching the 4 o'clock bus. The whole group stops at a house nearby, at which a bunch of the group live. We wait and sink a beer or two, and another friend (who had gone back to college earlier than us) arrived with some weed. Oh yeeeah.
Well, what occured after that was perhaps the most surreal ending to a night I've ever had, but you jackals aren't getting that story. It's the one I wrote about in my last post, and I have too much respect for a particular someone to tell this story, so yeah... I'll just say I ended up staying up until 7.30 or 8ish, and I wasn't having sex. Unfortunately.
So I sneak in a couple of hours sleep and head back to college around 10ish, after which I crash out for a while.
The rest of saturday was pretty uneventful... Then came saturday night. I was feeling pretty fragile, as you do the day after bombing 4 pills, but decided to try going out anyway. I still had 4 points of speed in the fridge, so if I was going out i could go all out.
To start off, I end up going to the Casino, to have a few drinks with my cousins. By have a few drinks, of course, I mean I get them to buy me drinks. On top of that, they didn't like their drinks, so after drinking a small part of them they gave what was left to me.... pure awesome. So we leave the casino, and head to the arcade just down the street. I love arcades. On a slight tangent, I am a beast at the original time crisis, and have finished the entire game in under 12 minutes start to finish. Top that. Yeah, I didn't think so.
Anyhoo, so we leave the arcade, and my cousins leave to go home. I go to Friday's, to try and get in to a friend's birthday celebration. Unfortunately, apparently I am dressed too casual to get in to that establishment. They say it was my shoes, even though a friend who had already been let in was wearing the same shoes.... hmmm...
Meh, I wasn't really bothered. Fridays is full of metro fuckstains anyway.
So, me and a friend bail and head to Mustangs. I had asked him to bring out some speed, and he brought us a point each. I didn't feel like having too big a night, so a point seemed like enough. We go to Mustang, and I start chugging beers. Yeah, I know I said I didn't want a big night, but party hard or go home right? My friend's missus and her housemate (who are both awesome people) show up, and the housemate starts buying me drinks. Did I mention he was awesome?
So we bail from Mustang, because they shifted from Doof music to Shit music. We were gonna go to birdies (because they never have a cover there), but the line was epic, so we decide to go to mono, which I haven't been to in a long time. Uh oh, $10 cover and I only have $5 left in my wallet? That's ok, says housemate, I'll cover the rest. I love that guy.
So, in a quick interlude we stop in the park opposite mono and talk to arguably the most spun out guy in all of Brisneyland. This guy apparently climbed one of those huge cranes (you know, the ones they use to build skyscrapers) when he'd done 8 pills and 4 tabs of acid. I thought I was hard, but goddamn.
Anyway, we find this guy and try to score some E, but unfortunately he's all out. Typical. We head into Mono, but my speed buzz was dying and the alcohol was wearing off, so I only stay for an hour and a half or so. I wanted to stay longer, the music was awesome, but there's only so much you can do when the intoxicants abandon you and you have no money for more. So, I catch the 3 o'clock bus home.
So here we are, Sunday. It's 11 PM now, and I've been watching TV shows and playing games all day. I feel like I've been hit by a bus, and was flung onto a railway line, and was then hit by a large, very fast moving train. Tomorrow, I have a midsemester (worth 40% of my final grade for that course) at 8am. On top of that, I have a 2000 word research assignment due at 4pm. The catch? I haven't started it yet, and I'm not starting it tonight. Fuck that, my head is still spun out from friday night's surrealness. I'll hand it in a day late, it's only downgraded 5% a day.
Fuckit, who needs to pass uni. It's not like I'm any good at this shit anyways.
Well, at least I'm on my way to getting 2/3. Beauty is subjective anyway.
This weekend has been incredibly intense. For me, that's really saying something. Thursday I wrote about, and come friday I was feeling pretty fucking wretched. I still hit the town though. Big time.
So, the latter part of my friday was spent hooking up pills. Not just for me, but for several other people as well. I have to hand it to drug dealers, they put up with a lot of fucking around. People kept changing their minds, and my orders kept changing all fucking day... It went from 12 to 17 to 20-something to 34 to 29 and back to 25... after that I said fuckit, you're either getting what you've already ordered or you're getting nothing. To be fair, the guy I got them off was a trooper, and didn't seem to mind me fucking him around with the numbers.
Anyways, so 10 of these were for one person, and I got rid of them early (this person also held on to one of mine, which I was gonna take the next night). That just left 14 pills in my pocket, and me wandering around the valley. The legal limit for dealing, from what I hear, is 2 pills, so 14 would have been enough to put me away for a long, long time. So yes, I was sort of stressing.
So it's 10pm, and I'm wandering around the valley with a pocket full of pills and cops everywhere. Thank fuck they didn't have their sniffer dogs out again (that's a story for another time). I meet up with the group, and dish out the gear, so I only have 6 pills on me (3 of which were for me, and 3 were for my girlies), which made me feel alot calmer. The girls are both members at family, and I managed to get in for free. On top of that, since i was getting in with a member, I got an armband which entitled me access to the members only area, free food (which I didn't eat... E was originally a diet pill believe it or not, and does a miraculous job of killing appetite), and a free drink. Fucking score.
The music at family was fucking awesome. Bexta is a legend. I ended up taking 4 pills, the most I've ever done in one night... I took one of the girls' pills and promised they could have the one that my friend was holding for me. Unfortunately, I was so stressed out and rushed when I bolted out of college that I left my speed in the fridge... fucking stupid. So, it was just a pinger night, but what a night it was.
We end up leaving family and catching the 4 o'clock bus. The whole group stops at a house nearby, at which a bunch of the group live. We wait and sink a beer or two, and another friend (who had gone back to college earlier than us) arrived with some weed. Oh yeeeah.
Well, what occured after that was perhaps the most surreal ending to a night I've ever had, but you jackals aren't getting that story. It's the one I wrote about in my last post, and I have too much respect for a particular someone to tell this story, so yeah... I'll just say I ended up staying up until 7.30 or 8ish, and I wasn't having sex. Unfortunately.
So I sneak in a couple of hours sleep and head back to college around 10ish, after which I crash out for a while.
The rest of saturday was pretty uneventful... Then came saturday night. I was feeling pretty fragile, as you do the day after bombing 4 pills, but decided to try going out anyway. I still had 4 points of speed in the fridge, so if I was going out i could go all out.
To start off, I end up going to the Casino, to have a few drinks with my cousins. By have a few drinks, of course, I mean I get them to buy me drinks. On top of that, they didn't like their drinks, so after drinking a small part of them they gave what was left to me.... pure awesome. So we leave the casino, and head to the arcade just down the street. I love arcades. On a slight tangent, I am a beast at the original time crisis, and have finished the entire game in under 12 minutes start to finish. Top that. Yeah, I didn't think so.
Anyhoo, so we leave the arcade, and my cousins leave to go home. I go to Friday's, to try and get in to a friend's birthday celebration. Unfortunately, apparently I am dressed too casual to get in to that establishment. They say it was my shoes, even though a friend who had already been let in was wearing the same shoes.... hmmm...
Meh, I wasn't really bothered. Fridays is full of metro fuckstains anyway.
So, me and a friend bail and head to Mustangs. I had asked him to bring out some speed, and he brought us a point each. I didn't feel like having too big a night, so a point seemed like enough. We go to Mustang, and I start chugging beers. Yeah, I know I said I didn't want a big night, but party hard or go home right? My friend's missus and her housemate (who are both awesome people) show up, and the housemate starts buying me drinks. Did I mention he was awesome?
So we bail from Mustang, because they shifted from Doof music to Shit music. We were gonna go to birdies (because they never have a cover there), but the line was epic, so we decide to go to mono, which I haven't been to in a long time. Uh oh, $10 cover and I only have $5 left in my wallet? That's ok, says housemate, I'll cover the rest. I love that guy.
So, in a quick interlude we stop in the park opposite mono and talk to arguably the most spun out guy in all of Brisneyland. This guy apparently climbed one of those huge cranes (you know, the ones they use to build skyscrapers) when he'd done 8 pills and 4 tabs of acid. I thought I was hard, but goddamn.
Anyway, we find this guy and try to score some E, but unfortunately he's all out. Typical. We head into Mono, but my speed buzz was dying and the alcohol was wearing off, so I only stay for an hour and a half or so. I wanted to stay longer, the music was awesome, but there's only so much you can do when the intoxicants abandon you and you have no money for more. So, I catch the 3 o'clock bus home.
So here we are, Sunday. It's 11 PM now, and I've been watching TV shows and playing games all day. I feel like I've been hit by a bus, and was flung onto a railway line, and was then hit by a large, very fast moving train. Tomorrow, I have a midsemester (worth 40% of my final grade for that course) at 8am. On top of that, I have a 2000 word research assignment due at 4pm. The catch? I haven't started it yet, and I'm not starting it tonight. Fuck that, my head is still spun out from friday night's surrealness. I'll hand it in a day late, it's only downgraded 5% a day.
Fuckit, who needs to pass uni. It's not like I'm any good at this shit anyways.
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Comment by KylieW
Celebrity Obsession
Hope you're recovered from the weekend.....and that you have passed your midsemester and got your assignment done!!
4 pills huh? That must have fucked you up for the week. 5 in a night is the most I've ever taken in a night....and I thought I honestly was dying the following week.
Take care of yourself!