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yiies - it was 12 years ago for me.
I was living back in england, we went to a huge club that played underground techno. I got hammered on speed and this girl that I had got to konw a few weeks earlier and I started chatting each other up. All the while, her huge on-just-ex boyfriend, with whom she had split up due to his psychotic episodes from steroids, was mooching around and giving us filthy looks. Soon enough, we were making out on a sofa, and next thig I knew - bang!! the world shuddered a bit and flipped and twisted away from his next punch like a speeding skinny little 21 year old guy on fast foward.
Eventually he got thrown out, but due to a mix up in the car park, I was left stranded, and found myself running down a street with him tailing me in his car.
I ran/walked/sneaked 5 miles home and hid in a bush, as I had lost my key.
Slowly round the corner came these headlines, and a car drew to a stop a few feet away and a guy came towards the bushes.
Hurrah ! It was my mates who'd been trying to follow my paranoic bush jumpings for about 30 minutes.
Havent really done speed since.
One thing though, by the time YOU'RE 33, you'll tell a similar crap little story like this in as protracted and frankly dull way as I just have.
And, as with my other posts, this will kill this thread.
I'm as exciting as Times New Roman (12pt) on a dreary Wednesday, so fuckit.