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Well after yesterday and keeping it together as I Could not be with my Wife on our Nineteenth Wedding Anniversary (Also Valentines Day). I decided as I love to sing (Not too Badly) My mate runs a Karaoke roadshow and he had a gig. I thought a couple of Pints and a few Buble's, the odd Neil Dymond and a quick rendition of Westlife (Yes I am a sad 43yr old who likes Gary Barlow's Voice lol) later I was just relaxing properly.
I pop out for a quick cigarette and am met with a faceful of Pot smoke. Major Trigger as when I was nineteen I openly admit to going through most British teenagers rebellious stage and Yes I tried Cannabis. One Night after a few beers and more than a few Joints my then flatmate comes home with some herbal. Passes the Joint around and starts to giggle. What happened there after was only what I can say was a living nightmare. He had laced the paper with Liquid Acid or similar. Me and the lads finished the joint and wondered why he was laughing so much.
The next three weeks of tripping out sent me spiraling into an oblivion of paranoia where I could not escape the visions and trips. I could not breath properly and kept fainting from breathlessness.
Tonight triggered me so bad I went straight back to my table and simply told Tom that I had to go without a single explanation.
Three hours later and I am now calm and settled to the point that I have just sent him a FB message to apologise as I go to help get the punters up to sing.
PHEW! is all I can say. Close enough to ensure I will Never go to that Pub ever again.
I pop out for a quick cigarette and am met with a faceful of Pot smoke. Major Trigger as when I was nineteen I openly admit to going through most British teenagers rebellious stage and Yes I tried Cannabis. One Night after a few beers and more than a few Joints my then flatmate comes home with some herbal. Passes the Joint around and starts to giggle. What happened there after was only what I can say was a living nightmare. He had laced the paper with Liquid Acid or similar. Me and the lads finished the joint and wondered why he was laughing so much.
The next three weeks of tripping out sent me spiraling into an oblivion of paranoia where I could not escape the visions and trips. I could not breath properly and kept fainting from breathlessness.
Tonight triggered me so bad I went straight back to my table and simply told Tom that I had to go without a single explanation.
Three hours later and I am now calm and settled to the point that I have just sent him a FB message to apologise as I go to help get the punters up to sing.
PHEW! is all I can say. Close enough to ensure I will Never go to that Pub ever again.
