‘See, the other night I went out with my kid
brother. I’m bored and that, so I tag along with him to this club round our
way. Now, I’m not kidding you but it was un-be-fucking-lievable down there.
There’s all these young’uns, togged up like farmers in baggy jeans and
dungarees, off their heads and going absolutely mad. They were all over the
shop. You could tell. Their eyes were shot and they didn’t have a care in the
world. Friendly as fuck, mind you, no bother whatsoever. Anyways, the place is
rammed and there’s dry ice everywhere and these bleedin’ strobe lights going
off every five seconds, you get a fucking great headache watching them. It was
manic down there so I pulled my kid brother aside and asked him, what the fuck
is going on? You know what he does? He pulls out these three white pills and
tells me that at least three quarters of the bods there have dropped one and
that’s why everyone is going beserk. They’re called Ecstasy and apparently you
don’t give a fuck once you’ve dropped it or as my kid brother says, got right
on one. Doesn’t sound right to me. I mean, in my day, it was blues that did the
trick but this stuff is something else. I dunno, maybe I’m getting on but I
told him if I saw him dropping one I’d make his life hell rather than ecstasy.’
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