I may have stated this before but that is ok because I dont think it can be overstated. I HATE NIGHTCLUBS. Not just a mild hate but a passionate loathing of these godawful places.

It hasnt always been this way. When I was younger in fact I sort of liked them. I would go to one every weekend with the boys and hang out, drink cheap booze during happy hou, dance like a moron and generally behaved like a little kid.

In Mandurah where I come from most of the time people would tend to smoke pot rather than drink and this is where I got into trouble. The general thing was to smoke a joint before you went out, have a giggle and have fu while you were out.

One night we were sitting at a table in the middle of the club having a laugh when a good friend pulled out a couple of joints, sparked them and started to pass them around.

We thought we were so cool, Lenny Kravitz "are you gonna go my way" in the back ground followed by some blackbox or C&C music factory whilst we smoked pot and laughed amongst ourselves. As mum would say "it is all fun and games until someone ends up in tears".

A policeman entered the club, at first we didnt notice, we saw him but didnt put two and two together. Finally someone looked at the joint then pointed out the copper.

In a mad panic we all stood up and started blowing the smoke and fanning it away in a bid to disperse it whilst others tried to dispose of the evidence. One friend ate a joint but juding by the pained noises he made it wasnt something we wanted to do with the other one. I took it and started running around looking for somewhere to put it.

Turning around as the policeman got nearer I ripped my shoe off and stuff the joint inside it. Much to my stupidity I didnt stub it out first so as soon as my foot went into my shoe I had the worst burning sensation and immediately started stomping my foot and screaming like an idiot.

The policeman walked past and raised his eyeborws at me and smiled as I tried to smile back. Eventaully he left and I ripped my shoe off to find the crappy nylon sock welded to my foot and a joint welded to it.

Much like the bandaid theory it was ripped off by a friend in a real hurry and besides some minor bleeding it healed up nicely and the night went on beautifully. Keep this in mind however the next time someone warns you about the dangers of drug use, one thing they always forget is the possibility of stupidity leading to injury.

Keep Smiling

jason

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