Yes, when I have the time I will tell you my LSD stories.
You will laugh, you will scream, John will shit himself as usual, but - after all these years and all that Lysurgic Acid down the gullet - it is only right that I share my experiences with you.
Today I was getting on well with setting up the exhibition - The Boy working away at my side until lunch - but then, a call we all dread, telling him that a loved relative had just died - his natural Grandfather.
Of course, he fell to bits as far as any useful work went at that point, so he went home, leaving me on my own to complete.
At about 6.15 pm, I completed. Then I went home. but didn't have enough time to even wash, but I donned a nice Armani suit and an Italian cashmere overcoat, then hobbled back to the exhibition to open it.
I had a text from Rachel, asking, "Bored shitless yet?" Well no I wasn't, Raych - I was so unbored that I didn't have time to reply.
I am now going to bed, but the opening night was very nice, with quite a few pictures sold.
I am spending the nest few days composing the LSD stories to relate to you.
Consider them in the spirit of Charles Dickens ghost stories if you must.
Mr Vasey - He was a horrible man, Mr Vasey He occupied the corner bed in a bay of six, and polluted the air with his complaints. *" That man kept me awake all night wi...
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