Foreign Surroundings - (Warning:Drug content)

Iapetus

Do you ever get that feeling? When your mind wakes up about half an hour before your body. You just lay there, motionless, eyes closed, thoughts rushing through your brain. "How does a 22 year old media student go about organizing a dinner party anyway?" was the question on your mind this particular morning. You always do stuff like this. You're out clubbing, chatting to a bunch of people you hardly know ( off your tits of course ) and before you know it they're your best friends and you've invited them round for dinner.

Its stupid things like this that make you wonder why you do drugs anymore. Of course there is the upside. That amazing feeling of absolute numbness. Just not actually thinking anything for those precious few hours. You're in the zone, the music takes on a form of its own and feels like its running through your veins. You feel it in your toes at first. It starts off there anyway, waiting. Staying there, almost until you don't expect it. Then it creeps up the back of your legs and into the small of your back. It stays there for a while, teasing. The warmth is perfection; and you think this is it, this is the best feeling ever. Then it comes. It shoots up your back at a thousand miles an hour and explodes in your head. Every hair on your body stands on end. Its electric, its fire, burning like the music in your head. The drive - only one thing matters, the beat! You move your arms and legs, you have to keep to the beat, you're hypnotized. Blurred faces whiz past you.

And that’s all. All you need. All that matters. All you remember.

Finally you open your eyes and stare at the ceiling. You roll over to be confronted with a face. You desperately search your memory. Who is this person. But nothing. Your eyes explore the rest of the room. But nothing.

And that’s all you remember. Nothing.