"What do you mean you don't plan to live past 30?"

"Well, for starters I don't think there is a reason for me to live more than 30 years. I plan to do everything I want and can in the next five years." I replied, somewhat mechanically. I think that I have answered this question way too many times to too many different people. I cringed when I saw her face looking at me incredulously. "Nevermind, you wouldn't understand." I said, giving up.

Last Friday started with a lot of anticipation. I remember waking up and thinking "Yeay! It's Friday!!" Looking forward to the night. Looking forward to popping more pills, toking and insufflating numerous amounts of recreational pharmaceuticals. I learnt a long time ago that by rule, anything that crushes into powder can be insufflated.

And so we started.

Cher, Trev, Carlos and I. The fantastic four. It eventually became the phantasmagoric ten as the night wore on, but I'll save that bit for later. Of course Trev and Carlos did not smoke. They're not that much of a junkie like Cher and I; or maybe it was just me since I was the one who went "Light up!!!" first. So maybe I'm bad influence to Cher. So what? Sue me.

Anyway, the weed didn't do much.

After chilling out, just talking and hanging around for a bit, we decided to go out for a bit. Mainly because everyone wasn't smoking up except for Cher and I and that we were all getting anxious and fidgety just waiting for the Es. So we headed to Luconia for a few drinks. (Of course, where else do we go?!) Everyone else who were supposed to be in the party met up with us at Luconia. There was Serena, Mat, Anna, J, Lina and Fiona. Our sojourn to Luconia ended a little prematurely. The moment that everyone arrived, Mitch showed up with a grin and said "Guess who's got E??!!"

Suffice to say, we downed our beer in the least possible time and popped right there. 1 each. Every single one. Everyone left. It was all very methodical. I'm always surprised at how methodical junkies are. For example, if there's a planned party and you know that there will be drugs involved, everyone will bring their own respective things. Upon arriving at the venue, some will set up the sound system, others will start chopping up the weed, some will re-arrange the furniture just to accomodate...ourselves. I personally think that everything has to be baby-proofed too, because I hate hitting my knees on the corners of a low coffee table or waking up with scratches and scabs.

So upon arriving at the apartment, we were all high and ready to go. Of course everything was ready. Music, beer, weed, coke, vysine, MDMA in our system. Wooooo!!! What else could we ask for, really.

Well...NOTHING! Until the next day when I came down from my trip. It was a long euphoric one. I don't know about everyone else but I was having fun just hanging out in one of the rooms with the speakers and a very powerful subwoofer plugged into my notebook. At some point during the night, I ventured out of my comfort zone to check on everyone else. They looked alright to me. Noone made any comments about anything so I decided to go back to my spot, watching psychedelic graphics on my Windows Media Player 10.

I admit that I was waiting for that hard BANG!! that e usually gives you. It didn't happen though. It was one of those that goes up and stays constant for about 6-10 hours, depending on how many you popped. I was disappointed. I much rather prefer it when they hit me like a truck for just 2-3 hours. However, my eyes did start to run and for a while everyone looked like they had super huge heads and we wearing spectacles. Everyone was walking super slowly and robotic like the people in your dreams. Hence, phantasmagoric ten.

I don't remember much of what happened after that except popping more and smoking up again and before I knew it, it was 12noon! A lot of us were trying to get some sleep, mainly cause we knew that we needed it. However, noone slept much. Aftermath of e. Can't sleep, can't eat, jaw hurts, insides of your mouth are full of ulcers. Somebody managed to go out and grab some KFC. I was ecstatic but the moment that I took a bite of a piece of chicken, I knew that there is no way I could eat it at all.

Sucks. *Cusses like a cavewoman*

So then we hung around for a bit and did nothing. Really. With mdma still in our system, albeit being a minimal amount and jaws/cheek/body/head aching in general, I begin to wonder about why people actually pop it. I wondered about that then, I don't now. Infact, I wish I had some e right now.

But alas, when it comes to friends, there's usually politics and real life drama involved. Carlos and Trev are both into Cher. Surprised? I'm not. Carlos being the older Chinese guy didn't stand a chance. I kinda pity him a little. Trevor being the better looking but short caucasian that we kidnapped had a better chance. To top it all off, Mitch went off to one of the rooms and started texting Trev telling him that she's interested in him. Now this would be okay if Mitch is actually hot, but no..she's kinda pudgy and scary. And so...the world collapsed and pandemonium ensued. There was a terrible earthquake and everyone was swallowed by the great hell lizard named Fabian and there was only me and Mr. Laptopagus left and we popped more and the whole world was a better place again.

Yeah...I wish.

No, the world did not end. Pandemonium did not ensue. There is no such thing as a great hell lizard. Even if there is, I doubt if his name would be Fabian. Maybe Gork but definitely not Fabian.

*screams "HELL JEAH!" with a fist in the air for Gork*

What actually happened? Mitch didn't speak much again to anyone. Neither did Carlos. Cher, Trev and I are still hanging out although I feel more like an outsider now. I finally got home at around midnight, after spending a a little more than 36 hours out there and slept for a whooping total of 6 hours. My jaw still hurts, the ulcers are still there. I've not had anything solid to eat since attempting KFC.

But was it all worth it? Destroying your internal organs with drugs, poisoning your blood with mdma, toking off a bong, watching everyone with running eyes and not really comprehending anything that people say; going through the coming downs, the joint/jaw pains; just so you can experience that few hours of euphoric bliss where the whole world belongs to you and you alone knowing that at that exact moment, nothing anyone said or did could make break you anymore than they have already?

YES!

"I don't want to live past 30. I feel that if God were to take my life now, I would not have any regrets at all. And I would go while I'm on one of my e or k trips" That was what I meant.