Round at Westdorgan Road in the afternoon with Gareth, Stu, Ade and Barry, smoking oil that Stu had pestered Ade to buy. Stu seems bad-tempered and cynical these days. Gareth made himself sick with a combination of sulphate, alcohol and oil: his room is used as the communal space by everyone else and it’s where TV is watched, drugs taken (orally, nasally), food eaten and plates left . . ..
When I move in I’m moving the TV into the kitchen.
Lindsey, Susie and I went up to the Westdorgan and fell to drunken enthusiasms on the subject of LSD. We’re having a mass ‘trip’ next week, maybe Tuesday or Wednesday, which will include me, Gareth, Stu, and Pete for definite, and perhaps Lindsey, Barry, Susie and Lee. LSD and sulphate are the two drugs I feel least opposed to/uneasy about, the latter for its constructive application, the former for the sheer hedonistic novelty of the hallucinated viewpoint and the resultant humour and chaos.
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