In no way was my move to the States typical, in fact it was nowhere near how the average person defines moving. Loads of people associate moving with a chore, but I've never seen it that way. When I move, and I've done it a lot, I like to start anew. My possessions are sold off, given away, or simply thrown out. I'm left with nothing but a bag full of clothes, and a laptop. Once I'm down to practically nothing, that's when the major party starts. I didn't know where in the States I'd end up, I just figured that if I partied long enough and kept moving, I'd know my next home when I arrived. Being the party machine (druggy) that I was, I decided I needed one more party in Australia before I could say goodbye. It was not an hour after I had finished my last shift, and my logical brain had already become the unfortunate victim of a foggy dismemberment from the world of the living.
I was determined to make the night something special, for ecstasy pills (or "ekkies" in Aussie slang, pronounced ek-eez) is not the easiest thing to wrap your talons around when you're flying from one city to the next.
It was a huge party. Not only did we have my departure from the country as an excuse to get messed up, but it was also a good friend's first night back from the Caribbean where she'd been dealing cards on the cruise ships. In the casino industry people are always coming and going. Her name was Sarah, and on top of being ridiculously gorgeous she was a harder partier and more ready to have a good time than any bloke I had come to know. Oh, and, as cupids cruel sense of humor would have it, a lesbian. Trust me, I tried… repeatedly. Short hair for a girl, she always had it styled expensively. That night its base was black but red highlights coming from her scalp gave her a devilish, seductive vampire look. She had a body that made heads turn in every club we went to. It didn't matter what sex you were or how you swung, she was one of those people you just had to watch.
In most cultures, being a gorgeous young girl can be quite beneficial, and nowhere is this more true than in the drug culture. This is due to the fact that most of your low-level drug dealers are made up of insecure, exasperating, young guys usually between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two. They want to be popular, and they think the way to do it is to be the guy that everybody comes to, even if it's only because they don't know where else to go. By this logic they probably would have had just as much fun opening a convenience store. Oh my God! I'm so popular, everyone keeps calling me!!! Now you put a pair of boobs large enough to land a jet on in front of one of these kids and what do you think happens? If I give her cheap/free drugs I'm going to get laid! Awesome!!! They're sad to watch in action. I should know, I had been one of them… Ahhh…to be young again…well younger.
My rack wasn't much good at getting cheap drugs, but with a friend like Sarah I had the next best thing. Even though I new it was her first night back, I suspected she'd have no problem getting her contacts going strong once again so I asked if she wouldn't mind picking up some "party favors" for myself and a few others.
If you haven't done a lot of drugs you have to understand that it is very rare to ever get two batches of any type of man-made drug to be made up of the same chemical compound and thus the high is rarely ever the same twice. Creating something like ecstasy is not an easy procedure for anyone that has not done well in a college organic chemistry class, something that not too many ecstasy cooks have bothered with. All of this means that you never know exactly what your high will be like, how high you will get, when it will start, or even when it will end. It adds a little mystery, but usually about forty-five to fifty-five minuets after you pop a pill you start feeling the effects. The patient first experiences excitement followed by euphoria. Senses are heightened and inhibitions are torn to the ground and though hallucinations are rare they have sometimes been reported. The peak of the high will probably only last approximately an hour, but the entire experience will usually last around four.
The small city apartment of the co-worker who had volunteered to hold the party was jam-packed. By that point we had probably managed to cram forty or fifty people into the three rooms on offer. Looking around there were many people from the casino, but at least fifteen who I did not recognize as known drug users, at least not from any of my nights out. Sarah had not yet shown up, and I was slightly worried wondering how these newbies would react when the drugs arrived.
No sooner had the thought bounced through the soon to be abused neurons in my head than the door was blasted open and Sarah stylishly glided through. "The yummy things have arrived boys, eat 'em while their hot!" Sarah was obviously not one for caution.
After gliding her way to the couch that I had been finding quite comfortable, she jammed her experienced derrière between myself and an ex-fling belonging to the both of us, and threw her purse in my lap. I watched in eager silence as she scanned the bowls full of party snacks that were littered atop the new-age kidney bean shaped coffee table in front of us, decided upon the M&M's, grabbed the bowl and turned it right side up scattering multi-colored sugar coated aphrodisiacs across the glass and onto the carpet. A spout of laughter came from the mouths of onlookers whom had stopped their conversations to watch the amusing show that Sarah was always sure to bestow upon those lucky enough to be in her audience.
She placed the now empty black bowl back down and, without turning from her newly acquired workbench reached an upturned palm to me, "Purse please," an innocent smile curled her lips and I obeyed.
The purse opened, Sarah took out a plastic zip-lock bag and dumped its contents into the bowl, "Alright, listen up, and pay attention!" she said unnecessarily; dump drugs onto a table in the middle of any party and your going to get the attention of your party goers. "What we have here is a bowl of one hundred ekkies. They're on sale for the next fifteen minuets at thirty bucks apiece if you have a penis or twenty-five if you don't! If you think that's sexist, too bad, I'm the one with the drugs, and vaginas taste sweeter. After that anything that is left is going to a special driver downstairs and then they disappear so hurry up!"
Did I mention that this girl was a party queen?
As a mass of expectant fun-lovers began to form she turned to my ear and quietly added, "Getting them at sixteen a piece from my boy downstairs means you and me eat for free and I still make, hmmm…well you do the math, Roulette boy! Not bad for my first night back in the homeland, hunh? I love this country, why you leavin'?"
Conclusion to "Last Night in Brizzy. Ecstasy Anyone?" coming soon.
-strongmonty
Disclaimer: Ecstasy is a serious drug. Ingestion of MDMA can cause serious side effects. Get more information at: http://www.intheknowzone.com/ecstasy/chemistry.htm
I was determined to make the night something special, for ecstasy pills (or "ekkies" in Aussie slang, pronounced ek-eez) is not the easiest thing to wrap your talons around when you're flying from one city to the next.
It was a huge party. Not only did we have my departure from the country as an excuse to get messed up, but it was also a good friend's first night back from the Caribbean where she'd been dealing cards on the cruise ships. In the casino industry people are always coming and going. Her name was Sarah, and on top of being ridiculously gorgeous she was a harder partier and more ready to have a good time than any bloke I had come to know. Oh, and, as cupids cruel sense of humor would have it, a lesbian. Trust me, I tried… repeatedly. Short hair for a girl, she always had it styled expensively. That night its base was black but red highlights coming from her scalp gave her a devilish, seductive vampire look. She had a body that made heads turn in every club we went to. It didn't matter what sex you were or how you swung, she was one of those people you just had to watch.
In most cultures, being a gorgeous young girl can be quite beneficial, and nowhere is this more true than in the drug culture. This is due to the fact that most of your low-level drug dealers are made up of insecure, exasperating, young guys usually between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two. They want to be popular, and they think the way to do it is to be the guy that everybody comes to, even if it's only because they don't know where else to go. By this logic they probably would have had just as much fun opening a convenience store. Oh my God! I'm so popular, everyone keeps calling me!!! Now you put a pair of boobs large enough to land a jet on in front of one of these kids and what do you think happens? If I give her cheap/free drugs I'm going to get laid! Awesome!!! They're sad to watch in action. I should know, I had been one of them… Ahhh…to be young again…well younger.
My rack wasn't much good at getting cheap drugs, but with a friend like Sarah I had the next best thing. Even though I new it was her first night back, I suspected she'd have no problem getting her contacts going strong once again so I asked if she wouldn't mind picking up some "party favors" for myself and a few others.
If you haven't done a lot of drugs you have to understand that it is very rare to ever get two batches of any type of man-made drug to be made up of the same chemical compound and thus the high is rarely ever the same twice. Creating something like ecstasy is not an easy procedure for anyone that has not done well in a college organic chemistry class, something that not too many ecstasy cooks have bothered with. All of this means that you never know exactly what your high will be like, how high you will get, when it will start, or even when it will end. It adds a little mystery, but usually about forty-five to fifty-five minuets after you pop a pill you start feeling the effects. The patient first experiences excitement followed by euphoria. Senses are heightened and inhibitions are torn to the ground and though hallucinations are rare they have sometimes been reported. The peak of the high will probably only last approximately an hour, but the entire experience will usually last around four.
The small city apartment of the co-worker who had volunteered to hold the party was jam-packed. By that point we had probably managed to cram forty or fifty people into the three rooms on offer. Looking around there were many people from the casino, but at least fifteen who I did not recognize as known drug users, at least not from any of my nights out. Sarah had not yet shown up, and I was slightly worried wondering how these newbies would react when the drugs arrived.
No sooner had the thought bounced through the soon to be abused neurons in my head than the door was blasted open and Sarah stylishly glided through. "The yummy things have arrived boys, eat 'em while their hot!" Sarah was obviously not one for caution.
After gliding her way to the couch that I had been finding quite comfortable, she jammed her experienced derrière between myself and an ex-fling belonging to the both of us, and threw her purse in my lap. I watched in eager silence as she scanned the bowls full of party snacks that were littered atop the new-age kidney bean shaped coffee table in front of us, decided upon the M&M's, grabbed the bowl and turned it right side up scattering multi-colored sugar coated aphrodisiacs across the glass and onto the carpet. A spout of laughter came from the mouths of onlookers whom had stopped their conversations to watch the amusing show that Sarah was always sure to bestow upon those lucky enough to be in her audience.
She placed the now empty black bowl back down and, without turning from her newly acquired workbench reached an upturned palm to me, "Purse please," an innocent smile curled her lips and I obeyed.
The purse opened, Sarah took out a plastic zip-lock bag and dumped its contents into the bowl, "Alright, listen up, and pay attention!" she said unnecessarily; dump drugs onto a table in the middle of any party and your going to get the attention of your party goers. "What we have here is a bowl of one hundred ekkies. They're on sale for the next fifteen minuets at thirty bucks apiece if you have a penis or twenty-five if you don't! If you think that's sexist, too bad, I'm the one with the drugs, and vaginas taste sweeter. After that anything that is left is going to a special driver downstairs and then they disappear so hurry up!"
Did I mention that this girl was a party queen?
As a mass of expectant fun-lovers began to form she turned to my ear and quietly added, "Getting them at sixteen a piece from my boy downstairs means you and me eat for free and I still make, hmmm…well you do the math, Roulette boy! Not bad for my first night back in the homeland, hunh? I love this country, why you leavin'?"
Conclusion to "Last Night in Brizzy. Ecstasy Anyone?" coming soon.
-strongmonty
Disclaimer: Ecstasy is a serious drug. Ingestion of MDMA can cause serious side effects. Get more information at: http://www.intheknowzone.com/ecstasy/chemistry.htm
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i can't believe people would be so open about their drug use. How many people are charged with drug possession over there? And what about pot? If the drug culture is so huge, has there been any developments in legalizing or decriminalizing?
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