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A weekend adventure with easy going party types has turned sour as seasoned doofer, Joel Anderson (32), is preparing to tell you every story about the three years he lived in London doing acid weekly.
Following a fun evening of drinks and casual drug use, the early morning hours have digressed to the point where sitting silently listening to a decent drum and bass track while trying not to vomit has opened the doors for Anderson to share his LSD-fueled stories of life in the motherland with his captive audience.
Trapped in the dirty laundry strewn share house bedroom with Anderson and four mute strangers, the veteran doofer began with a story about how he got a homemade leg tattoo from his homeless housemate in Crofton Park.
As Anderson stubbed out a cigarette there was some hope the story telling was over. Disappointingly, the hope was short-lived as Anderson picked up an acoustic Fender telecaster acoustic and began providing a soundtrack to his hallucinated anecdotes.
“Nah wait a second, hang on,” said Anderson as he tried to remember how to play ‘My Friends by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
“I think it was when I lived in Peckham. Before it was built up…”
