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WEEKEND JOURNAL BY BEN.M.SMITH
THESE HAPPENINGS ARE ALL BASED ON TRUE EVENTS. THE CHARACTERS ARE REAL, WE ACTUALLY DID ALL THIS. I TRY NOT TO ADVERTISE DRUGS ALCOHOL SEX AND VIOLENCE, BUT THEY SURE DID WORK FOR ME.
SATURDAY 12TH MAY 2007 morn
I woke up expecting a day of sporting events on the t.v but i was a day early. Like usual i started my day with a cup of tea and a cone off the bong. After more tea and t.v i decided to make my way up north to aberystwyth. I then realised that i would have to catch a damn bus. But i went ahead none the less. Getting myself more smashed to cope with the brutal 3 hour jounrey.
SATURDAY 12TH MAY 2007 eve
Feeling the effects of insanity coming in. Paranoia. Clostraphobic. I hate public transport. When I arrive Im greeted with more bong and beer. Not much time to catch up with my fellow drinkers. But i did my best. Drinking games out. Slowly drinking my own dignity away.
"We all have our suspicions" thats all that was said for two hours after we had "lost" 80 exsatacy pills. Gone. Possibly stolen. Probably lost. After that we had to resort to a purely alcohol fueled night. All is well tho. We walked to the closest shop and purchased a fine selection of beers and wine, along with a supply of tobacco and papers.
SATURDAY 12TH MAY 2007 night
After heavy amounts of alcohol and weed we make our way for the first tavern in sight. luckily for us it was only 10 meters away. We quickly realise this place is not for us. So we jumped in a taxi and left for town center. Kebabs first. Wait, we have no drugs. Drugs first. Damn rip-off student bums. We got our drugs together. Sniffed them. Swallowed them. Smoked them. More importantly, we used and abused them.
We went to our usual spots in aberysthwyth for a night out. The Bay. Cheap entry. Cheap drinks. It was too early for normal people to be there yet. Maybe that said alot about us. As the night went on, more and more under the influence students arrived. But there was this one. This one older man. An european. He could either sence our suspition or just smell the drugs because he came over to sit by us. Sebastien from France he was. A funny character. Seemed like a womaniser. But aint they all. As the drugs took heavy effect this strange european turned into a figure of intelect. Passing his wisdom down to us. Unfortunatly, i was way to fucked and i cant remember anything he said. I just remember he was right.
The night got more and more blury as it got on. But i remember this foolish student trying to steal my pint right from under me. But he was not to get away with it. He even claimed it was his after i caught him trying to steal it. At that point i had enough. Tempers flared and i went for him. Only to push him over. Ultimatly spilling the pint and getting chucked out along with my mate who was in too much of a state for the "normal". As we lay on the curb outside the bar, we saw that French figure of intelect, grabbing his sleeping bag from the gutter and positioning his bed. As one of my companions turned in disbelief hopin a second glance would prove himself otherwise, a sudden rush of ecstacy side effect came over him and turned him wild. I was soon to follow. Modern day ex goes alot further than that feeling of happiness. It turns you ugly. Not just your expressions and movement but also your thoughts. Your brain and eyes work together and you see things that arent there. A bit like LSD but mixed with the effects of ETHER. As we walked through town looking for a new bar we realised noone in theyr right mind would let us in anywhere.
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