LAST NIGHT I was sipping Heroin and talking to scantily clad
Prussian girls about the economic…naahhhhh, I wasn’t, I was sipping brown
liquid and talking to Mancunian girls so fully clad it was debatable they had
human bodies at all…I bet they did though – big bodies, with sexy necks to
support the many opinions in their heads. Mmm, Dreamy.
As I was talking to these, possibly, bulbous babes Cymande’s
song Bra was snaking like a Grinch lap dance around my skull, “time has been
lost in trying, we have been left outside, bla bla bla, but it’s
alrighttttttttt we can still carry on.” With this funky funk flunking around my
funk funk funk, I was in a dreamy state and had no interest in opinionising on…anything.
I stood at the bar sipping, smiling, nodding while others opinionised on their
own opinions.
I was slouching further into the bar as blissful as a dead
dove, when the caustic tones of a Manc with an opinion drifted into my ears. After
years of being alive I know when an opinion is worth listening to so I defunked
and tuned into “radio someone else’s conversation comin’ at ya”. Here’s
whattttt I heard…
Thing 1: Why are crack, heroin and other drugs so frowned
upon? If you think about it, and I advice we both spend a couple of minutes
thinking about this, we’re all living in a dream world. What’s one man’s reality
needn’t be the next man’s. Isn’t everything we do about changing our perceptions?
Thing 2: Yeah, follow the thread man, follow the thread.
Thing 1: Well I try hard at work so people will give me
respect and this’ll make me feel needed and happy. But is that any more real
than some dude whacked off his face on class As?
Thing 2: Fuck no!! You’re getting respect because some
androids have told you to do something in a certain way, and you’re not kicking
up a stink.
Thing 1: We drink here because we feel comfortable. It’s a
nice setting, we can be ourselves, and these are our people. But similarly a
crack den is probably a palace when you’re high, and who’s to say otherwise?
Thing 2: (angrily) Yeah, man.
Thing 1: I guess the future of a smack head is an inevitable
one. From the outside looking in that life offers little hope and we’re hard
wired to hope for things, it’s what keeps us proper. I guess people need
security and conformity. (sighs)
Thing 2: That’s deep and true, man. Deep and true.
Thing 3: “time has been lost in trying, we have been left
outside, bla bla bla, but it’s alrighttttttttt we can still carry on.”
This conversation isn't accurate; in the initial
stages I found defunking difficult. There was definitely
some kind of profound drug conversation though. Definitely.