don't forget to toast jesus!
l*o*l !
:d great !
When I was a teenager, I often visited the Cotton in my hometown Marl in Germany. It was/is an old farm where the m.ost a.lienated r.otten l.osers live, mainly punks and art people and mentally deranged cats and dogs.
There used to be a music festival every year featuring local bands, but also one time Culture Shock played, later to change their name into Citizen Fish.
I was around 16 when I was rather deranged myself from too many beers and too much pot on a Cotton party. When another joint was given to me, I didn't mind the funny smell and the strange taste, I was already out of orbit and didn't care. Now being completely fucked up, I decided to walk home.
I must have walked the right streets with a nice blackout because I regained consciousness while I walked, sleepwalking toxhead.
I entered my parents' flat in the middle of the night having two thoughts:"Toilet." / "Sleep."
I locked the bathroom door and passed out. I will never know for how long I rested on the floor until I woke up again. Finally I went to bed.
On the next day, my entire family was in our living room talking about all kind of things like usual on sundays while I was sunbathing on the balcony.
The sky had the most unnatural orange and the leaves a green I have never seen again. I was surrounded by alive colours of a surreal painting because I had smoked heroin the night before.
It is untrue that you're immediately addicted, but the risk is high and the one who gave the heroin joint to me was a dumbass fool.
I never cherished trying out the drug again on purpose.
The son of god saved my life. Since that day, every morning Jesus appears to me like a star wars hologram shining out of my toaster. He demands:
" Don't take any drugs! Except for nicotine, because I am a heavy chainsmoker myself, sheep!"