Random Fragments

Walking across the road to the corner dairy to get a bottle of milk, putting the bottle on the counter, glancing around the shop while waiting for someone to come to the counter and serve me, eyes sweeping past the bottle on the counter, heart stopping as my eyes swept back to focus on the bottle sitting there in all its glory with the bottom broken off and stained a dark brown from all the hash smoke, grab the bottle and walk quickly back to the flat in C street, decide to stay inside for the rest of the weekend to avoid further fuckups.

Relating to Hunter Thompson's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by getting shitfaced and going to McDonald's to watch people until the paranoia got to much for us.

Knowing that if we were out cruising in Steve's old Valiant and ran short of something to smoke that there was always enough roaches for a couple of joints in the ashtrays.

Putting skyrockets in the gutter of Featherston St (a long straight street) and seeing how far down the block they'd go before exploding.

Sitting in the empty Fitz on a nice sunny day when the students were finished for the year having a few drinks with my flatmates and hangerons, at some stage the conversation turned to who had slept with Fionna our flatmate (I think she'd gone to the toilet at that stage), we worked out that everyone had except Steve, but then we saw his smirk and knew he'd been down that slippery tunnel as well, always wet and willing was our Fionna, pleasant memories of slipping in and losing myself.