Haze pt. 2

I have to say, the night I lived last night was possibly one of the best nights I've lived so far. It was nice to see some people who I haven't seen in such a long time, and actually speak to them again.

However, a good story always starts with a good prologue.

I spent a good four hours at Rebecca's, looking at Womad performers, typing in random Google suggestions and announcing them out loud and telling Chris how shit he was Call of Duty. Also, an abundance of nerves went through my body on the drive over, as I didn't exactly know too many people who were going to be there, but to my suprise, the night was a lot better than I could've expected.

The night really consisted of drinking cheap cider, smoking cocktail cigarettes, meeting random new people, Andrew and I conversing on our love for each other, talking to a person from Leeds and finding his accent attractive, bass-driven music, random acts of French kissing, conversations about ketamine, mephedrone and heroin, taking pictures to remember key moments of the night, sitting in a hallway waiting for people to sober up, getting loose and using the woods as a natural resource.

Do I need say any more?

Make way for the ultraviolet, teenage riot, don't try it. You can't stop this, you can't stop this. You see, I'm lit like a molotov; get out of my way when the riot kicks off. You can't stop this, you can't stop this.