When I was Lebanon skiing I met a Kiwi who goes to the Bozone and Jackson every year. Weird I thought... but hes covered duct tape, helmet, just got out of acl surgery, all the classic signs of an addict.
Speaking of, I cant recall ever doing acid, which is funny cos I dont know if I would if I had or did. Mushrooms were a stellar hit in my world though... I recall times with Broodjie van Koodgie hanging out in the Ruskie getting messed and walking down streets with air raid sirens and hookers and a proper old english couple walking in front of us in the Red Light District.
Then theres the time in the Reichs Museum, the kid who was mugged up with a spoon, and getting lost in there. I then found a ginormous etching of a maritime conflict and came to peace with the world. I mean the artwork was at least 12 feet tall. If you get close enough you cant see anything else, which I think is the point, and it works.
I have now in my ultimate wisdom, learned, that a hangover (for me) is a product of the mixture of tobacco and alcohol. Just alcohol and Im in a great state. This is good to know because, because...
Now Im rambling... and theres no pics due to the slag of the web, slug, mug, bug, tug, beer.
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Ah tabacco...it truly is evil....why does it seem to go so well with alchohol at 2:30 in the morning......what I love is waking up to the smell of your your clothes and wishing you would have just said no to old smokey. Do you think the bar really smells like your clothes? It always seems like a happy place with no ditinct smell...unless your in the bathroom.
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