"Have this", I grab the cardboard tab and stick it in my mouth, promptly forgetting what it is that I swallow. Austin mucks around with my crutches and the night turns into an eternal struggle of finding them and putting them back to their correct height, im off my head and having fun at National Beer Day until it comes to a close so..
We all head back to Allans, I walk through the door and look at the television..
"The writing is backwards!" i scream, but the rest think i'm crazy, so i sit down and assume that i'm just really drunk.. but what's with those rainbows coming out of the screen..
Simo makes fun of me 'i play in band duhh', i stand up, time stops, and i smack him on the head.
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Next thing i know im being held down and yelled at. 'What happenned?! what?!'.. but i looked the fool and had to wear it. I don't think i've ever apologized and meant it like i did that night.. it was like setting a homeless man on fire, Simo, of all people.
So he was kind of cut and i was upset, they left and I lay down to wallow and figure out what was wrong with me, i threw up emotions for the next three hours, lying on the floor, shivering and mentally releasing all my sins, i walked into the room where she was asleep and confessed as well as i could..
The patterns kept on showing, i was in other peoples shoes, i realized my arrogance and my mean streak, i realized that i am a horrible person, and that i dont know how to handle it, but i felt like i cleansed myself as well, as if that punch had cosmic repercussions, whether negative or positive definitely transitory.
The next morning Megan sez 'they were all taking acid at the party' and then it hits me.. the cardboard!
I'd been on acid, no wonder pingu had rainbows all over it...
the conclusion..
Beer + Weed + Acid + Pingu + Simos head = trouble.
: 17/11/06 15:27