Ah, the ubiquitous Glastonbury drug casualty. In his mind, he's an untouchable free spirit, synapses blazing, shattering the doors of perception with his every frenzied move. Two hours later he'll be sat shell-shocked in a ditch, covered head to toe in mud and wondering where the hell the last 6 hours went.
4:41 PM | 13/06/2007
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hooray for people who are coked up
Posted by Taylor Shull at 6:08 PM | 13/06/2007 | Report Abuse
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