Got Mashed An Diched My Stuff

Yo Boomers,

Basically ryt just got out the field after absolutely filthy mad sesh with the lads. K’d off my nut, Sunday night, go hard or go home. Accidentally went an got my baggies mixed up in my haste to take a bump of K before gettin into the rave and ended up boshing about a teaspoon of 2cB. Obviously by the time I realise this it’s too late to slither back to my tent before kaleidoscope vision kicks in. After staggering round for about 24 hours and hugging a tree in the psy forest which I had such an emotional connection with I wrapped my beloved Indian blanket round the base of its trunk and kissed it goodbye. I sobered up enough to recognise a human form shouting I needed to leave so I managed to hustle a lift up to the gate from a guy in a buggy in exchange for the shirt i was wearing. I was apprehensive at first because it’s quite a funky shirt but knowing I would be physically unable to make it back to camp to retrieve my tent and belongings I accepted it as my best option.

Cut a long story short I just made it home. Luckily I was coming down so hard an looked like absolutely shit so it was easy to convince my mum I got robbed because I started crying straight away just because of how shit I felt but obviously I didn’t tell her that lol.

So my mums going skitz an basically if any of you manz still got P left would appreciate if you could jus dish us a tenner or something so I can like buy back all the camping gear I lost. My mums pretty gullible so thinkin I’ll like order it off Argos then just tell her boomtown lost an found sent it back or somethin

Safe xx