Originally Posted by
igor_balis
I had a month of borderline problematic chemical usage, and was quite looking forward to the vanilla evening i had planned - hanging out with a little gang of fairly dorky old school friends, have a few drinks, then call it a night. I even, very optimistically, booked an advance train ticket for 11.50 from euston this morning. Told the anecdote of my irresponsible behaviour the previous weekend involving excess coke usage, and one of the ladies in our gang surreptitiously messaged me saying "fancy getting some tonight". Just two pints in spoons + my train tinny was already enough to break my resistance, and I immediately left the pub to phone my London man, and within half an hour i was waiting by a sketchy block of flats before getting into a car with 3 scary latino blokes to pick up.
Was meant to go back to house of girl who lives 20 mins from euston, ended up in fucking CROYDON doing lines with my mate and her boyfriend until about 9am. I just got home after the most fucking ghastly overground-overground-tube-train journey that took about 3 hours, and haven't been to sleep since 7am yesterday.
What a fucking spacker. Maybe me and phonics need a joint TTH intervention.