Morning Moonbat Boy…..where’s your brain gone?

April 1, 2007

Morning Moonbat Boy…..where’s your brain gone?

The Saturday dawn breaking outside as another night at Tuska headed for close - myself and Lauren worse for “where the fuck are we” as we journeyed back round from the dark side of the moon - then a friend longtime unseen with my eyes put a green tablet in each of our palms and said “Take these as gifts - good to see you again - enjoy” - he’d been buying the drinks the best part of the night, so who are we to refuse more hospitality?

Fools.

Down the hatch what ever they may be, along with another shot of whiskey to see them on their merry way.

Then I had the good sense to say “we need to get to where ever we are going to be before what ever we’ve just taken kicks our heads to Mars - reckon we got 30 minutes”

We gathered John from the dance-floor and headed for home.

Too late.

Came up like a motherfucker slap bang in the middle of the morning traffic.

First time in 7 years or so - can’t ever remember a stronger wave of “Ohfuckmewhere’smyheadjustfuckinggone” - there’s a time and a place for such long returns to such states of mind - and 6am traffic definitely doesn’t fit the bill

Chaos reigned for a time before I managed to pull over and let John drive - luckily not a recipient of the same “gift” my old achemwene had handed us not 15 minutes before.

In both senses of the phrase I span out the door to crash in the back seat, as I did I turned into my alter-ego “Moonbat Boy”.

Spent the rest of the morning looking pretty damn surprised by life in general and responding to conversations about 40 minutes too late - kind of situation where the majority of what is said to you is along the lines of “what the fuck on earth are you talking about?”

Bedroom activities also suffered on an account of forgetting what the bejesus it was I was supposed to be doing.

Don’t really think I got my shit together for about 24 hours to be honest.

All in another days work for Moonbat boy - hopefully his reign of confused chaos will remain consigned to what ever world he comes from for ever more......

...As Lord knows the next time that good friend of mine hands me a little green gift at 6am I’ll politely decline, no matter how far round the dark side of the moon I maybe.

Spo | April 1, 2007