Mistakes

I was in a situation last night where these Moroccan dudes--young rappers--passed me a joint.

This stuff ain't what it used to be. I did my usual professional inhale and they whooped but it was my mistake. Christ, almost instantly I was immobilised (how the hell do you spell that, anyway?) Luckily, a tiny bit of red wine revived me, as did the person I was with. Christ alive, the demon weed can really reduce you for all intents and purposes to a gibbering wreck. You have my word on it. But actually, when I'm with someone I trust utterly I can be quite happy, so luckily that was the case last night.

Ya know, you start to laugh uncontrollably, you start to wonder about that star up there and you start to get immeasurably hungry and music sounds like an aural IV.

Another time machine to age 20.

Christ. Do NOT give me a hit of acid. THAT I would no longer be able to survive.