Ok, what the fuck. Why is it that people in Brighton have to be drug addicts? I’m sitting in the living room of some people I’m supposed to be flyering with, watching as they snort ‘meow’, which looks a bit like cocaine.

Ok, its 3pm the next day.
After a night of drunken attempts at flyering I wake up to a room of people who seemingly have boycotted sleep. Still drinking after I slept in a stranger’s bed for 9 hours. Still a bit drunk, I just took cocaine for the first time. I feel no different except for a strange taste in the back of my throat. DRUGS HAVE NO EFFECT ON ME.
So just now I had more. A LOT more. Stupid Kenny. I snort it off the end off a fork. I’m still fine… For now. No peer pressure, just the seeking of new experiences. Which might end up killing me.

Hahahhahaha. I am now a man.

That’s a joke. Cocaine does not make a man. My heart rate appears to be increasing. They tell me I’ve done about £20 of coke, I feel more guilty for wasting their cash than anything. It has no effect!! A cigarette has a more itense rush. Wait, I think its kicking in. Pulse is stronger. Head light. These people are cool, but the basis of their interaction is drugs. I can imagine myself falling into this, the wrong crowd as they call it, this is probably how you fall into it, I guess. No inhibitions, no boundaries or limits. You know them, you do it. It’s how it happens. I sort of miss the Kenny who doesn’t do anything as a matter of morals, now I don’t have any! I’m up for anything in the name of new experiences and trying stuff. Never ever would I have thought I would be indulging in that white powder I watched Tony Montana die for in ‘Scarface’. It always seemed dangerous and forbidden. A taboo thing.

Once upon a time, weed was terrifying. COCAINE. WHAT THE FUCK. Its illegal, Kenny! That means it’s bad. Its in my throat, maybe that’s why it’s not doing anything? I signed up for flyering, not this. Hmm. An eventful night transitioning to a strange day. 3:30pm, sipping on beer, still sniffing the remnants of coke. As in cocaine, the bottled soft drink at my feet is empty. Vodka bottle still half full.

For me, this is a big deal, for them, a daily occurence. What’s next for Kenny? Pills? Seems scary, but you prbably have to try it now? Just once? Which never means once, does it? That happened with cigarettes. The fact I’m a cheap motherfucker hopefully means these (and other addicts) might get fed up with me being a vulture, outcasting me from their substance inspired social situations, taking me back to the four walls of my safe, stubborn room of books and sleep, clothes and… Erm, stuff? Awaiting deadlines and drunken, kind of civilized nights which end at 3am, waking up the next day to microwavable ready meals and lethargic movements as opposed to getting even more fucked.

They’re all graduates or working, is this the grown up life? I dunno. Ok, for a bit I shall ivestigate/socialise a bit more.

Okay, now I’m going to try MDMA or some shit, it looks like coke, Tanya is cutting it. I snort it, a stinging feeling in my right nostril, my right eye watering. After a few moments I feel nothing. Tanya says its a mix of ecstacy (also a scay drug!) but I’m fine. Hmm. For 2 years of university I watch idlely as people do this shit, now I’m one of them. I can’t see myself doing it regularly until I eventually get a kick out of it so I can see the big deal, but that’s what makes you an addict, a customer, regular consumer, huh? This is a bit strange. A nose full of A class, a mind full of wonderment for the thought whether I’m ‘high’ or whatever is supposed to be happening to me, the slightly attractive blonde girl next to me commenting on my “striking eyes”, feeding me too much vodka, too little lemonade. And she has work soon. Tanya tells me to kick back, relax. Stop analysing, so I’ll stop this writing for a second. I see a shisha/hooka across the room, I recall taking some last night suddenly.

Piecing together the night, falling into the darkness of day. Damn Kenny, you’re deep, aint you? Ok enough typing on a Blackberry keyboard, more living in the moment with people, despite how… ‘different’, they seem from your usual and overly pretentious, intellectual peers. For now.
Alright, keywords from their drug conversations! Nothing other than shit centered around drugs as you shall see:

Comedown. Drug binge. LSD. Addiction. Food. Nose. Crystal. Meth. Addict. Cough mixture. Ketamin. Kitchen. Lines. Ket. Kitchen. Ketamin. Snort. Baggie. Tulip. “Cross joint”. Roach. Bud. Weed. Roll. Pills. Line. MDMA. Gram. Card. Coke. Fucked. Few seconds of normal conversation about flyering. Which ultimateley transitions into…

K. Ketamin. Fucked. Up. Fucked up. I guess the fact I’m constantly sniffing/snorting what I think is the remnants of the coke perhaps stuck in my nose attracts attention to the ever enticing and interesting subect of illegal substances.

Off to the shop to purchase heroin. Not really. Marlboro lights and man sized Kleenex! Returning noe for fuck knows what.

Weed is on the menu now. Wow, these guys don’t stop. No sleep whatsoever, alcohol, coke, MDMA, vodka and coke, vodka and cocaine. Sniff, sniff, gulp, gulp, puff, puff.
“I worship my green!!” Athena moans, commenting on the (low) quality of their dealer’s product.

Hour later, he’s still not here, I’m not sure if I’m eagerly awaiting his arrival or just plain old waiting. stuart gave me a cigarette which fucks me up, he reminds me that I had half a gram of cocaine to no effect, yet tobacco has messed me up. It doesn’t look like I have much left to say at the risk of repeating myself. I have for a while, wondered who this Charlie guy is that they keep talking about and why he’s so popular. Oops, turns out that’s just another name for cocaine. Who knew?

7:30! Who knew you could talk about drugs for so long? Over 3 hours if you want to be precise.
Oh, the weed has arrived. I don’t think I shall take any after how bad the cigarette hit me… but I’m on a roll now.

I believe Rick James said it best: “Cocaine’s a helluva drug!” Although I’m still not sure what he was talking about…