On Friday night a couple of us went to a mates house to have a few drinks. His parents went out for dinner so we had the house to ourselves.
Well a few drinks in, my mates brother calls us into his room and pulls out a couple of pills of ecstasy. He tells us he's never tried these before and he wants to see what they can do, and gives us each a pill for free. We take it, we drink, we feel nothing.
So my mates brother pulls us into the room again and gives us another pill, except this time he tells us to snort it. We do.
We feel it.
Oh man, I could have done anything.
I bounded over fences and walked down to the beach. I ran around the house listening to Eminem.
My friend had a conversation with a giraffe statue named Gregory.
Then around 3AM I passed out and didn't get up until 1:30 the next afternoon.
Then I went home at 3PM, sat around, had a shower and played around with my new electric razor that has a trimmer. Bye, bye pubes.
Then I got ready to go to a party which was essentially a work party/mates 21st. We all got drunk. It was great.
But I didn't sort out any plans to go home, so instead I ended up walking with a couple of friends. We walked maybe 3 kilometres. Until I got to a mates house and passed out in his brothers bed.
Oh man, I'm so fucking wrecked right now.
