SNUFF! SNUFF! SNUFF!

It had been building up inside of me for a while. I'd been thinking about it for a while, and last night was the time. I hadn't been feeing to crash hot, visiting my mum up in the hospital wasn't a whole lot of fun, so I had decided that I was going to get drunk. I guess reading Bukowski probably doesn't help. So last night I did it.

It started off fairly sedate at Mrs Martell's 50th. I had a nice time. Had some interesting conversations. Mr Martell's mother was telling me how she believes in reincarnation and that she's got 14 years of life left and her husband only has ten. She also told me that she isn't a conservative. It was surprising. I spoke to another old guy, Harry, who was telling me about how last weekend he was playing poker with some friends when somebody brought out a hash cake. Apparently it was tasty.

After I left the party, I got changed and then Dad drove me into the Valley. I went up to the Zoo to see Elephant Mojo play. It was better than last time, quite a few people seemed to be having a great time bouncing around. At the bar I had shots of tequila with beer chasers.

After the show finished I crossed the road to the GPO. I had some Jaegermeister there and a vodka. I think that I had some more tequila too. The people in that place were depressing me though, so I left.

I was in a strange sort of mood, and I felt that I didn't really want to see anybody I knew. Plus I thought about maybe trying to score so I went to the Wickham. When I say score, I don't mean with a dude. So I went to the Wickham and had some more shots and more vodka. I think that they were doubles by this point. I contemplated buying some cigarettes, but decided against it. The Wickham was full of guys of all ages. They were having a good time. I tried to use the bathroom, but those mirrors they have in there were freaking me out, and I got stage fright. So I stood there for a couple of minutes with my dick in my hands, but nothing coming out. Some dude was talking to me. I don't remember what he said. I thought that if I was unable to go to the bathroom then there probably wasn't much point in continuing to drink there, plus I was beginning to feel slightly unwell. I left the Wickham.

As I left the bar I crossed the road and flipped off and swore at a car that was coming down the road. Turns out that Caron was in the car with her boyfriend, Pete. Pete is the guy who sings in Elephant Mojo. They kindly drove me home. I told them not to ask me what I was doing in the Wickham.

I am feeling unwell today, but better for having gotten that necessarily unpleasant night out of the way.