Part 1.... chapter 15

I haven’t had a night out with my good old buddy like that for so long, it reminded me of us in our twenties. She would always, at some point throughout the night, be hanging upside down from a tree or something, somewhere and I’d be rolling a joint somewhere nearby. Getting pissed and having a joke about and deep conversations with her, took my mind out of my reality for a short while and wrapped me in a dimension that I’m never gonna forget.

We fell over so many times trying to walk up the hill back to her house laughing and talking absolute shit – but it all made perfect sense at the time. My fingers just couldn’t keep a grip on the joint, the one I’d made hours before. It kept dropping to the ground and my wobbly legs trying to keep me standing weren’t giving me much support on the bend down to pick it up. My vision was in triple mode and my fingers couldn’t connect with brain fuck ups. My mate being as blind as a bat couldn’t see where the joint had landed, so we decided not to bother trying to find and pick it up….

When we got back to her house I made a fresh marijuana splif. Bob Marley would have been well impressed. Or maybe not…. It looked more like a beacon once ignited, designed to attract attention from outer space. Talk about trying not to look to conspicuous with joint in hand, even in ya mates’ kitchen pissed up in the early hours…. We were expecting little green men to walk in…. couldn’t stop giggling, streaming laughter tears, aching jaw and ribs. Classic night.

Bud, Beer and shots go well together when you need to let your mind take you on a journey of laughter you’ll never take again in that dimension because the next one will be different. That night’s dimension of time with a truly great buddy is now locked in my memory capsule forever :-)
 
My mind always opens new doors of swaying the way I’m thinking when it’s got me locked in a moment of stupidity. Laughter is the best tonic life has to offer, and it’s free. And if you can’t laugh at ya self then stay away from me…. ‘cos I’ll be laughing at you with every chance I get…. ;-)

We cracked open more cans that surprised us as we could have sworn we had drunk them all before going out. Time was getting on and we were both truly fucked. There were a few missed calls on my phone and texts from my other half which brought me back down to earth. Switching off my happy button and throwing me into a new dimension. It was time for me to go home. I rang for a taxi, said good night to my friend who lay in a half comatose state on her sofa.

I can’t remember what time I got home, all I know is that it was after the eleventh hour. I took off my jacket, had a pee, walked straight into the bedroom to just fall onto the bed and pass out. But oh on, that was not on the menu for me that night….

My partner had left an A4 scribbled note on my pillow. I can’t remember exactly what it read but it sure as hell fucked me off beyond my own belief…. This was the kind of response I wanted spoken to my face the night I told him about my Viking kiss. Not on the night I come home after having a shit load of alcohol, and to try and read it scribbled on a piece of fucking paper…. I mean….

At this point I knew I had entered into the second dimension of that night….

I wandered around the flat to find him but he wasn’t there. I found him downstairs behind the bar cleaning the beer lines, and I remember thinking ‘why is he cleaning the lines at this time of the morning’. I don’t know if he’d had a few beers himself but on this occasion, I will write I think he clearly had, had a few beers himself.
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For the first time in weeks we had lock down with eye contact, and it wasn’t dreamy eyes coming out to play. It was, for the first time a very pissed off duel that had been brewing between the two of us for too long. The confrontation face-off was about to begin. The time had come to use weaponry words which unfortunately were followed by their meaning with action…. :-(