Trip

Since nothing was happening work wise and the days were warm and clear I decided to take a fellow fighter up on an offer.

Ayahuasca.

I've done some stuff in my days. Mushies in vodka, methanol, ethanol but never ecstasy. Ecstasy is wrong.

Smokes yes, no meth.

Anyway I drank it and kind of passed out.

I travelled with the Monks. It was spiritual for hours...

I woke up in Clondalkin with a gaggle of junkies whom are a Gerry Hutch troupe impersonation tribute society.



An angel appeared. She spoke to me of Ukraine, Russia, US and China. I saw it all.

Sharon on six one and I pawed the screen on my knees.




Can I apologise to the McDonalds delivery driver please. You were not driving a tree trunk.


Bluey the cat came around to visit again.

I must put pants on now.

Single life is great.




 
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The only thing that did piss me off that was I fell on my ass. My coxix ...

There was a Strawberry in my back pocket that I was saving for later.

"We cant call an Ambulance now" !!

We scuttled off.

ffs ... the Strawberry yoghourt was streaming down my leg and invading my limited ability to stay upright.

I thought I was leaking blood.
 
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