Wednesday, 8 June 2011

...Because i got high.


Dear George,

Last night a curious thing happened and as we are friends I feel I can share this with you.  Before I went to sleep I sat up next to the computer with my guitar on my lap.  After a couple of weeks of playing Beatles Rock band on the Wii, I was struck with the notion that I don’t know how to actually play any of their songs, and after a couple of hours of pouring over chords I can confirm I still don’t.

I set the guitar down in its usual spot.  As I stood up, turned around to begin the processes of shutting down the laptop, my head began to spin.  It seemed every where I looked a little light shone from a weird angle, and as I looked away it went out and flashed back on in the area I was now looking.  I closed my eyes for a moment, and gave them a rub.  Returning my attention to the computer the fun really started. It was like every source of light in the room was leaving a trail of light behind it.  It was fucked up. Moments later I found myself staring at the far end of the room switching my gaze from the one wall, to the ceiling, to the floor, to the other wall, over and over again.  I can only describe it as disco lights going off in my bedroom.  I checked my watch as I took it off to get ready for bed and was shocked to note that I’d been standing there for almost an hour, glazed over, watching the strange shadows being cast from optical flashlights on my bedroom wall.  My head was light and I felt as if I was floating around my bed, hands out ready trying to touch the strings of light emanating from the light fixtures around me.

I made it to bed and decided to leave the lights on for a little longer to enjoy my own personal Aurora Borealis then fell asleep.  In the morning my head was a little groggy so I drank some water and by the sink I noticed the tablets I’d taken the night before, because I’d felt a little bunged up, were out of date.  I’d spiked myself it would seem. I’m glad no one else was around to see me chasing rainbows and sunbeams.  Although if I’m honest there could have been any number of people there, I would not have noticed.

Who needs to travel across the world for adventure?  You could have saved a fortune and sat in your bedroom taking out of date hay fever tablets.

Take care buddy,
The temperature outside is 15*C with scattered showers.  This morning my train was cancelled. The price of a first class stamp is 46p.
Yours,
Little Dave

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