Well I got in pretty late at his flat the evening before and we stay up all night getting plastered. Wake up the next morning pretty hungover and lukes immediately in the room offering me a beer that tastes just like a meat. that's breakfast. He also offers me a small piece of chocolate with the adage 'this will help' and I think nothing of it - this is normal for the British, they love their little treats. I take the treat and we begin our day at top speed; we literally start running the second we exit his building.
As it turns out the chocolate had mushrooms in it. Luke has drugged me. I get incredibly nauseous on mushrooms but no big deal we find a park and I lay beneath a tree for awhile and then I'm fine. Off for the rest of the day. We put 13 miles on feet and even more on bikes. There's lots of drinking and smoking. We end the evening with fine rums by the Thames.
Stumble back to Luke's more booze than human. We very nearly take acid but thank god we lose the vile in the refuse of his flat before we have the chance to. Luke retires to his room. 15 minutes later the screaming begins. Luke has a very healthy subconscious as all the screaming is about sex and violence, like it should be. He keeps referring to his astral foe as 'brothaaaa' in his parodic London accent. 'I'm gonna bash you brains in brothaaa' and 'I'm gonna have sex with you, brothaaaa' he repeats maybe a thousand times. Interspersed between all this are the sounds of him moving what seems to be hundreds of dollars in coins across the floor. A waterfall of clinks making great metallic wooshes. This goes on for over an hour. He sleep walks out into the living room fully nude and I yell at him. He responds with a a shriek of his own and very briefly returns to consciousness. He returns to his room , the screaming starts again, but only for 15 more minutes. We sleep sound