The morning after the night before. The taste of bourbon on my Tongue and a lack of good sleep in my eyes. I had blogged whilst drunk. Oh well. Its all about honesty. Everyone needs to let off steam somehow. When I was 16 I would have the conversation about "would you do heroin?" Everyone said No. We were only just on the eve of our drinking beers but it was all about new experiences. Conversations would reduce in levels of substances. "well what about Ecstasy?" I drew a line at E saying it wasn't worth the risk. The newspapers had the odd horror story about kids at raves or at the Hacienda dying from taking a dodgy one or something. All our favourite bands of that time had an ecstasy culture within. It was a rebirth and rebranding of hippy culture in many ways. But Manchester was where it was at, not Cullingworth. Drug lingo was a new dialogue to me. I was not up on the hip titles of these drugs at all. I new 'Weed' was the safest option but as a non smoker I wasn't interested. The next level up was Amphetamines. The new kid on the block, as far as I heard was called 'Whizz'. A White powder which was commonly snorted. I didn't like that idea. 
I would go on the bus to meet friends in Bradford where we would head to the uni bars and end up in a place called 'Tumblers'. This had a very young age group, sometimes as young as 14. But like any normal club the age range would reach into the 30's. Although these people would stand out in  the crowd.  It was at the end of one such bus ride that, when in the Interchange, an older lad approached me and said "do you want to buy any tabs?" The words he spoke suggested cigarettes to me but when I looked puzzled he proffered his open hand and said "Acid". I said no and hurried on my way. But as I walked away I felt a rush of excitement. I had been next to drugs and it felt cool. Not only that but I could have actually walked away with some. I told friends in the club and learnt what I had been offered . The following conversations drew a fascinating picture as an explanation of what happened upon taking these things was spelt out to me. There was talk of going on 'Trips' and everything being  altered around you when on them. It sounded fantastic. The downside was described to me. "But be warned... If you have a bad trip you might see monsters coming out of the Walls and be lost on a strange scary planet until the drugs came out of your system". All I could hear was a voice in my head saying "COOL...AS...FUCK" and the seed was planted. I was offered LSD to be bought at least every second week. It was only a matter of time before I gave in.
To be continued...