This evening, what can I say?
It started as the usual get together of the boys, the old mates, drinking a few goldies and watching a good footy game. Go the Panthers. Wu, who's real name is Adam but we call him Wu due to his ability to remember every Wu-Tang Clan song, member, affiliate, album ever goes up to me and says "here mate try this aye, some rice paper from my sister. She made it, it's edible, it's sweet" convinced me and some of the other boys to have some. So I and we did and what proceeded about 40 minutes afterwards to now is unreal. Unexplainable almost.
The rice paper, harmless... yeah right. The sneaky fucker had put bits of lsd on it, so here I am at a pub watching a good game of footy and all of a sudden everything starts getting wavey on me. And without any reason to it, I start laughing non stop. Shit, thats enough I had to get outta there and get some fresh air. 20 Degree's outside, cool wind and Im feeling burning hot. I strip down to my jeans and we're walking back to the park to relax and chill.
My mate Pete goes, "lets go into southbank," which is a park near a river near the city, so we hop on the traino to there and Jesus Christ. Everyone's looking funny and weird, Im feeling weightless and I can keep hearing Method Man's Bring The Pain song in my head.
We make it.. what a relief. Thinking it'd be a nice quiet night, we'd relax by the river and look at the stars.. Think again. It's packed as a fish market there, my mate Ricky keeps saying "there's hundreds of thousands of people. Fuck man this is Chinese New Year".
I have an urge, an urge for what? To kick a wall. So I do.
My toe, it fucken hurts. The pain won't kick in until later when it's been hours and Ive been typing away on an internet forum called Streethop.
I keep thinking as im in the park, why does everything lead to a question and why does the question have an answer within the actual question? Which leads me to only more questions.
Intense.
We decide to go back to the neighbourhood. Ive by now lost all sense of giving a fuck about anything. I fucken start saying fucken every fucken 2nd word. Fuck.
The train. A large carrier? Or a voyage in life, an adventure if you will. We take it back and we make it.
Ice Coffee Breaker, I need one but where? There's a 7-11 down the road after we get off the train and I purchase one. By now ive knocked about 70 good knuckle pies into Wu. I never agreed, nor was I ever notified about the rice paper.
Strange. I lay sitting on a bsketball court which only 4 hours before the journey was about to unfold. Begin if you will. I look up at the stars and think.
Rate him? I keep saying that all night long. How'd you rate them? Yeah what'd ya rate him? Why?
Reg Regan. Footy icon, true blue hard yakka. KB in hand and all.
Memories, light, distant thoughts of what life means all come rushing through my mind. I must go home.
The drive, mistakes of my stupidity through out my life hit me. Why was I driving? Why did my mate give me this devil, demon laughing at me inside of a "innocent" rice paper.
I get home, 1:30am. 7 hours after the night had begun as a simple get together of a few good sorts. The old mates.
Waves. They just don't stop. Not for a second. No sleep, weightlessness still.......
I type.
peace.
It started as the usual get together of the boys, the old mates, drinking a few goldies and watching a good footy game. Go the Panthers. Wu, who's real name is Adam but we call him Wu due to his ability to remember every Wu-Tang Clan song, member, affiliate, album ever goes up to me and says "here mate try this aye, some rice paper from my sister. She made it, it's edible, it's sweet" convinced me and some of the other boys to have some. So I and we did and what proceeded about 40 minutes afterwards to now is unreal. Unexplainable almost.
The rice paper, harmless... yeah right. The sneaky fucker had put bits of lsd on it, so here I am at a pub watching a good game of footy and all of a sudden everything starts getting wavey on me. And without any reason to it, I start laughing non stop. Shit, thats enough I had to get outta there and get some fresh air. 20 Degree's outside, cool wind and Im feeling burning hot. I strip down to my jeans and we're walking back to the park to relax and chill.
My mate Pete goes, "lets go into southbank," which is a park near a river near the city, so we hop on the traino to there and Jesus Christ. Everyone's looking funny and weird, Im feeling weightless and I can keep hearing Method Man's Bring The Pain song in my head.
We make it.. what a relief. Thinking it'd be a nice quiet night, we'd relax by the river and look at the stars.. Think again. It's packed as a fish market there, my mate Ricky keeps saying "there's hundreds of thousands of people. Fuck man this is Chinese New Year".
I have an urge, an urge for what? To kick a wall. So I do.
My toe, it fucken hurts. The pain won't kick in until later when it's been hours and Ive been typing away on an internet forum called Streethop.
I keep thinking as im in the park, why does everything lead to a question and why does the question have an answer within the actual question? Which leads me to only more questions.
Intense.
We decide to go back to the neighbourhood. Ive by now lost all sense of giving a fuck about anything. I fucken start saying fucken every fucken 2nd word. Fuck.
The train. A large carrier? Or a voyage in life, an adventure if you will. We take it back and we make it.
Ice Coffee Breaker, I need one but where? There's a 7-11 down the road after we get off the train and I purchase one. By now ive knocked about 70 good knuckle pies into Wu. I never agreed, nor was I ever notified about the rice paper.
Strange. I lay sitting on a bsketball court which only 4 hours before the journey was about to unfold. Begin if you will. I look up at the stars and think.
Rate him? I keep saying that all night long. How'd you rate them? Yeah what'd ya rate him? Why?
Reg Regan. Footy icon, true blue hard yakka. KB in hand and all.
Memories, light, distant thoughts of what life means all come rushing through my mind. I must go home.
The drive, mistakes of my stupidity through out my life hit me. Why was I driving? Why did my mate give me this devil, demon laughing at me inside of a "innocent" rice paper.
I get home, 1:30am. 7 hours after the night had begun as a simple get together of a few good sorts. The old mates.
Waves. They just don't stop. Not for a second. No sleep, weightlessness still.......
I type.
peace.
