This was one of the more intense times in terms of total amount of substance used as well as total amount of substances mixed together.

After making sure my 18 beers, 10 500mcg 25I tabs and pouch of tobacco were enough to last the night, I rocked up to the fibro shack my friends party was being held at. The place was looking severly worse for wear. It had been a sort of half way house for people transitioning to real adult life but along the way a few of them got stuck in the stoner phase and so it had become the go to place if you wanted to smo cones and play video games. The paint on the walls was severly faded; the toilet leaked out of the boot at the bottom so if you wern’t fully aware of your surroundings then you looked like you shat yourself and the lino in the kitchen was cracked and warped from repeat exposure to the weather because of an incident involving a bad acid trip and an Olympic level land dive.

The party goes as normal for the early hours. People turning up, food being barbecued, you know the deal. A mate of mine suggests we go for a quick drive through town so he can get money and the party isn’t real exciting yet so I agree. We were sitting outside the bank and he just point blank asks “Want to get some base?”. I knew what he was talking about but had never done it before and hell why not. We pooled our money, and then took the yellowy paste that reminded me of puss on a bad day back to the party with us.

After eating a little bit of the base off a butterknife and taking a half a 25I tab I took up my position on couch to enter the conversation. A girl sat next to me and probably for the first time ever I introduced myself nicely and shook hands. She offered me some weed but I didn’t want to push my limits this early as the cd rack to my right was already beginning to look like it was in active movement. The plastic racks were starting to vibrate a little, on and off to the beat of the music in the other room.

I ate my second tab and nothing really that interesting happened for a while. Maybe a couple of funny topics of conversation, and I was a little mentally distrubed at one point when I was shown a video of a lady playing scratch and snif with her vagina on a train. Not what you want to see when your in an altered mindstate.

Standing out the back having a cigurette two guys start trying to one up each other in respect to their family bloodline. I had never really seen a rivalry over heritage before but they just kept on going. ” My GREAT grandad was a LEADER of the labour union” fuckin.. its a party man calm down.

I go back inside and one of them sits down in the circle, and takes the cheese from a platter that is going around and walks up to someone goes to shake their hand and tries to smoosh cheese into his face. I sit next to him and try and keep him distracted enough that he wont go full retard and the drugs might wear off, but he tries it again a few times with different people. And then me. And then begins to cry out of his girlfriend who isn’t at the party. “JESS I LOVE YOU”” I THINK I NEED TO GO TO JESS’ HOUSE RIGHT NOW”. I knew how long they had been dating because he was a mate of mine so I knew it was a bit fresh to rock around sweaty pin eyed and possibly with violent tendencies so I told him exactly that after he cried out a few more times and was trying to convince himself that he missed her more then anything else and that he must go now. ” Dude your going to scare that poor woman.” I called out his girlfriends name but with a retarted tone. “That is you, youve been dating her for 3 weeks probably not a good idea to go there right now.” He stopped wanting to go and I got to pay him out for it for years afterwards so it was worth it.

Time goes on and everyone is leaving and the place is winding down, one of my mates disappears. He had one of my tabs so I like to keep check on everyone to make sure no ones dead, I yell out oi where are ya. And he sticks his head out from the dogs bed buried in the corner under a table and yells “yea im alright bit uncomfortable tho”. I tell him to go to his car and he goes “oh yea”. I expected him to sleep out there till morning but he comes back inside with a blanket and pillow and crawls back into the space under the table. “I forgot I always bring sleeping supplies when I party”.

At around 3 or 4 am when the party is well worn down. Me, dogsbed and cheese smoosher are all just kind of winding down unable to sleep. Sipping drinks if we have them waiting till the next day, 2 younger guys cruising around for a party to crash arrive. The shit spurting out of one of the guys mouths was infuriating, especially to cheese smoosh who had family trouble not long earlier. “I really love hard drugs, If i had to choose between having a family and drugs id choose the drugs” ” I fuckin love smoking gas out of a lightbulb”. Cheese smoosh discovered that he would skull whatever you’d hand him in an attempt to impress the older guys and so he handed him his whiskey bottle and basically sat there saying “skull it fuck yea your a sick cunt fuck yea” For fiffteen minutes. The aftermath was not pretty. He had a bong and a bowl at his feet, but was in the salivatory phase you get just before you commit. He was drooling onto himself and spitting to the left of his body but hitting his own knee. “Fuck man if spitting on your knee helps you not vommit inside then by all means spit on your knee we can all do the same”. That got a bit of a giggle but I had to sit him outside because his friend did not listen to me telling him to take him outside. He crawled back in soon after and began dry heaving over the carpet so I literally him bumped him out the door, his friend still scrolling down on facebook oblivious to the fact that the kid he came with that no one liked is not having a good time outside. I open the door to keep an eye on him and he was vommiting followed by pulling his arms back and making a dinosaur noise. We called it pteradactyling and this label stuck for some years.

Sometime later his friend snapped out of his Facebook trance and went outside to find his friend, he had completely disappeared and me and him went to look for him for a while, but in the end I just sent him on his merry way and returned to the house.

Around sunrise me and cheese smoosh are sitting on the back porch swigging whiskey him trying to sputter out words between swigs “fuckya” *cough cough “fuckin straya”. It was a really nice morning, but I cant help for the people playing golf just over the back fence when confronted with 2 really hungover young men, I had egged him into taking his shirt off and rubbing his nipples at old men and he pulled out an amazing quip just as the guy made eye contact.”Do you like golf? Golf is also one of my favourite passions”.

Thankyou for reading sorry for rambling. Wasn’t as exciting as it seemed to me at the time. Drugs are hell of a drug.