Well, I have.
It was a long time ago on a housing scheme in east London. I had treated a friend to a tab of LSD on his birthday. It was kicking in fine and we were sitting there laughing hysterically while Jack spoke to the Christmas tree in the corner of the room when there came a knock on the door. Jacks girlfriend answered it to 'Moonie' a fellow-Glaswegian acquaintance of ours. He'd come round to find out if we wanted to buy some ironware from him as he'd robbed a load from Woolworths (he was always doing this, he once stole a Kango Gun from a building site and had taken it around the pubs trying to sell it. Not everybody’s idea of an impulse buy is it, a kango gun?). He had door-locks and spanners and such in a plastic bag.
He also had hammers.
Jack and I were in an increasing state of apoplexy as he was giving us this unlikely sales spiel of why we might need a spare chubb lock or whatever, and Moonie was getting increasingly enraged by our laughter, despite the fact we told him we had taken the acid.
He went apeshit and started taking hammers out of the bag and throwing them wildly in our direction. We dodged behind the couch still laughing like hyenas while these hammers were banging off the wall behind us.
Jack's girlfriend tried to calm Moonie down. She did this admirably and he headed toward the door still mouthing oaths.
As a final gesture of rage he threw a hammer through the front window. A neighbour phoned the police about this without our knowledge.
The police arrived mob-handed with snarling police dogs.
Have you ever been questioned by the police about a violent incident when you are off your face on hallucinogenic drugs?
It's not a good idea.
It was a long time ago on a housing scheme in east London. I had treated a friend to a tab of LSD on his birthday. It was kicking in fine and we were sitting there laughing hysterically while Jack spoke to the Christmas tree in the corner of the room when there came a knock on the door. Jacks girlfriend answered it to 'Moonie' a fellow-Glaswegian acquaintance of ours. He'd come round to find out if we wanted to buy some ironware from him as he'd robbed a load from Woolworths (he was always doing this, he once stole a Kango Gun from a building site and had taken it around the pubs trying to sell it. Not everybody’s idea of an impulse buy is it, a kango gun?). He had door-locks and spanners and such in a plastic bag.
He also had hammers.
Jack and I were in an increasing state of apoplexy as he was giving us this unlikely sales spiel of why we might need a spare chubb lock or whatever, and Moonie was getting increasingly enraged by our laughter, despite the fact we told him we had taken the acid.
He went apeshit and started taking hammers out of the bag and throwing them wildly in our direction. We dodged behind the couch still laughing like hyenas while these hammers were banging off the wall behind us.
Jack's girlfriend tried to calm Moonie down. She did this admirably and he headed toward the door still mouthing oaths.
As a final gesture of rage he threw a hammer through the front window. A neighbour phoned the police about this without our knowledge.
The police arrived mob-handed with snarling police dogs.
Have you ever been questioned by the police about a violent incident when you are off your face on hallucinogenic drugs?
It's not a good idea.
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