Friends leaving London drinks on Sunday got smashed in a pub then 2 of us carried on round his kitchen table till late doing K.
Euchh doing drugs after getting really pissed is such a waste and pointless that I hate myself for it. And yet it's inevitable isn't it. If they're there, you're gonna do them
But now I hardly ever do drugs there always the nagging guilt afterwards that I should save them for when I can really, you know, appreciate them and their finer, subtler qualities. Rather than just start hammering them when you can hardly speak to start with