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owes us a story.
I shared...her turn now.
i was at a party back in the old country with some friends. this was the evening before our big gay constitutional day so we had plans to meet up the following morning at 11 for breakfast/brunch before a day of drunkenness in the park, as is the custom.
anyway. there were a lot of people from my college at this party. most of them were people i didn't really know that well so i was trying my best to get drunk enough to get along with them. to no avail. they seemed just as boring as ever before, so when it got close to 1 or 2 we started gathering the troops and getting ready to leave. just as i had put on my coat and stashed the rest of my alcohol safely in my bag, this guy walked up to me and said "what, are you leaving now?" or something to that effect. i said that yes, that was the plan, as there didn't seem to be a whole lot to stay for. he said i should stay for another drink.
my friends were leaving one by one. i realised this guy was a friend of a mate from college, one of the few acquaintances there that i actually liked and got along ok with, so i decided to stay with them for a while. we were only a 20 minute walk from my flat anyway. this guy was good looking enough, sporting a very short haircut and, as i found out later, a chav sort of chain round his neck. he was also shorter than me, as most of them are, but i didn't care. i was bored. he paid me attention.
i stayed for another drink or possibly three, finally getting to that level of drunkness where everyone seems like pretty decent people. this guy, along with my aforementioned friend from college and the rest of their crew, were getting ready to leave, they were going to someone's house to keep drinking and quite possibly to do some drugs. they asked me to come with them and i did.
we stopped on the way so they could score their drug of choice, which turned out to be speed, as i mentioned previously. we then got in a taxi and drove for fucking ages (we drove just past the place where i had just started working as a receptionist, so for the rest of the summer i would be reminded of this event every morning and afternoon on my way to and from work).
we finally got there. it was an old crummy basement flat but there were sofas and it was completely acceptable for late night/early morning shenanigans. there were me and 4 other guys, including my friend from college, this semi-chavvy guy, some other guy i didn't know, and a ginger one that i actually quite fancied. but he was too shy and looked away whenever our glances met.
well. as i'm sure you've guessed by now, i soon enough started making out and what not with this guy whose name i won't even bring myself to mention. the guys did their drugs and i kept drinking. what i, as the most unexperienced one when it came to drugs, was not aware of, was that speed severely effects a man's ability to, well, what should i say, be a man.
i'm not going into all the details here. suffice to say he was determined to prove his manliness despite the unfortunate fact mentioned above. my college friend, the ginger guy i fancied, and the other guy were sitting in the next room. as the morning drew closer, people were getting ready to leave for showers and food before a full day of drunkenness, but unfortunately my college friend had lef this hat or something equally stupid in chav guy's room. he ran in, grabbed his hat, ran back out, and that was the last i saw of him... until the next day in the park.
i showed up about 3 hours late for my friend's brunch thing. i had bitemarks on my face. my hair was in the worst state it had ever been. i was tired. i was hungover. i felt horrible. i was being made fun of by everyone. i had slept for half an hour on an old shitty sofa. i ate one slice of toast and was then handed a beer, which made everything feel a bit better, i'm sure you have all been there. or, well, maybe not exactly there, but in a quite similar situation where there just is no going back. we went to the park, i was determined to just down my bottle of wine and make my excuses and leave.
however, before i got that far, the college friend with the hat (or whatever it was) showed up with the majority of his crew from the night before. the ginger was there. i looked at him. he pretended i wasn't there. college guy laughed and made several loud jokes at my expense, as did everyone else present. i drank my wine, smoked about 400 cigarettes and finally saw an opportunity to gather my shit and leave, for all i knew the chavvy guy could be just around the corner. he didn't show up while i was there, at the very least.
there is no real point to this story. to be perfectly honest with you, i'm hoping it's too long for anyone to bother with it. if there is a moral here at all, it would be to steer cleer of drugged up chavs. and if you don't manage to do that, you can expect to get the piss taken out of you for a couple of years to come. i still haven't lived this down, and i even moved to another country.
Tell them he couldn't get the right equipment for the job, and all the abuse would have gone to him...
so they would still give me abuse. meanwhile, my plan seems to have worked. huzzah!
there aren't enough of them on this here forum.
i also hate speed, for the very reasons you outline. this would be embarassing, were this not an anonymous message board, and if i still ever did speed.
you were a victim of circumstance, and amphetamine naievete.
then i'm not going to complain
just having met many a dick that matches the descriptions in your story, and also many a girl who has followed your path.
experiences teaches you these things. i'm so fucking old...
i have to improve my story telling skills, i didn't post this for sympathy points
(thanks anyway though, it was very nice of you.)
there were like 10 posts before mine in this thread. I SWEAR.
That was the 'fullerov' thread.