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On New Years Eve a friend (called Mick) and myself
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bought some heads. We went to a park near the
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backpackers hotel that we were staying, layed down on the
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grass and rolled a joint. We shared the joint; as time progressed
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I began to become engrossed in the magnificent complexity on the
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grass. Every blade was a perfect, yet individual creation, that
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literally shone. As I became more and more engrossed in this
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beautifull piece of nature I noticed that the brown leaves were
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being transformed into three witches sitting around a pot, I don't
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know how long I was experiencing this when Mick tapped me on the
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shoulder and suggested we go for a walk. While walking down the
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street I saw a policeman looking in our direction, then I heard
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several loud bangs, I immediately realized that we must have walked
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into the middle of a massacre. Mick must have realised this too
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as we immediately leapt down into the grass . As soon as we reached
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the ground the penny dropped. The bangs were New Years Eve fireworks
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and the policeman was probably looking in our direction wondering
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whether we were crazy or stoned. Upon
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realising our error we cracked up laughing. We heard a siren, we assumed
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that it must be the police coming to get us so we ran and hid behind
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a tree. When it was safe we walked back to the hotel as it had a 1a.m.
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curfew. I walked down a corridor that seemed endless. I eventually
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came to a door. I opened it, not really knowing where I was. Fortunatly
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it was my dormitory, I watched the end of the fireworks and went
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to bed. |