What a quality weekend!

As implied above, I had a high quality weekend. I'm relaxed and all my stress is gone. Friday night eventually became chaos, but more on that later. So Friday night began with a couple of drinks at Austin's. These were followed by a quick snooze. Feeling tired (and half pissed), it was off to Panthers where I decided bikkies would have to be on the agenda. We found bikkies, but they weren't ordinary bikkies. They were tripstacy. For about three hours, Austin raved about how good these things were, while I sat there saying "Yeah, they're alright, but I would have expected a bigger hit than this". And fuck did it come!!

So feeling tired and bored, we hit up a cab and cruised back to Austin's house. There we had a couple of pipes and I decided I'd go home and have a snooze before getting up at 6 to go up the coast. I got home and went to bed. I couldn't sleep. My brain was ticking over hardcore. So I got up and played puzzle games on the computer. An hour later, I was fully buzzing. My mum woke up at 5 and I decided I needed to get the fuck out of the house. I started fully tripping. I had a shower, left a message on Jeff's phone and drove to back to Austin's. It was raining glitter. I got to Austin's, we laughed our arses off for hours at how ridiculous it was that we were tripping so hard. The dog looked fuckin weird. I saw chimneys up on the hill pumping out rainbow smoke. It looked like it was snowing. The clouds looked like they were breathing. I saw all sorts of fucked shit. Jeff rang me twice and both times I got off the phone, I didn't know what the fuck he was talking about.

Saturday morning, Jeff, Clancy and Al turned up at Austin's to pick me up. I tried to get to sleep in Jeff's car for ages, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw mad patterns involving fast moving dots. It was fuckin quality. I eventually got to sleep and woke up with a massive headache. I'm never touching that shit again.

Clancy's holiday house was right across the road from the beach. The weather was good almost all weekend. We played heaps of shithead. We did about ten minutes of swimming in the beach, went fishing and pissed up all weekend. I smashed $45 through the pokies and blackjack machine at the RSL on Sunday night while bad karaoke went on in the background.

The cruise home on Monday was eventful with lots of fuckwit drivers to keep me awake. Fuck there are some HELMETS (new word for everyone - it's catching on hardcore) on the roads. I saw fuck all cops on the was home. No speed cameras and no RBTs.

The first thing I did when we got back to Austin's was take the roof off my car and go for a quick cruise. Fuck it felt good. Sitting low in the car, going around corners fast, feeling the boost, hearing that fat engine note. Quality.

Ahhhh yes, quality.