I ate some toilet coke the other day, i lent the baggie to my mate after a line, he comes back and told me he’d dropped it in the sink but it was actually some filthy club bog, didn’t tell me until I’d gummied my way through the best part of a gram of dirty shit water and cocaine. Was still a pretty mental night. Slept under a bench for some reason.
Thought it’d be a fantastic idea to smoke some killer skunk, dmt and mushrooms (don’t ask me why mushrooms) when I was lost with nowhere to stay in Amsterdam. Just so you know, it’s not a fantastic idea.
Umm, aside from that just the usual lost in the woods, walking to clubs, someone’s parent’s bedroom. Licked some mandy off the floor at my pals place… he was fucking our dealer’s flatmate, she had a massive crystal this one day, tapped us six grams off with a toffee hammer! the odd dodgy bit of coke hoofed up at completely unsuitable times and places.
Used to have a lot of codeine laying around for some reason, me and a friend had a thing for it and one day ate a tray sat outside a pub in Cheltenham.
A few days later in the same pub me and a mate had some VERY decent cowies and four or five of pints, then drove to southampton
took a shit whike smoking a joint and having a beer once, that up till now has ranked pretty highly (or low…) on my list of awesome moments.
