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I remember once getting really pissed in Brighton and then bumping into a mate (fun Bobby) as we were going to get a taxi. The young scamp had blazed up a doobie. About 5 tokes in I knew I was in trouble. In the taxi my mate James thought it was hilarious to ask me questions like 'Do you ever feel like your life is spiralling out of control?' or 'Do you think that everbody hates?'. He started to shit himself when he realised I was so f***ed up I couldn't even get out of the taxi and walk the 10 metres to my house for fear of muggers, gang rape and falling meteors.
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