non, je ne regrette rien

Last Friday as a teenager.

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Got drunk. really drunk. 

Met up with a Science teacher (?) and his mate; a guy we met in Stockholm.

In King's Cross.

Hmm. Drink drunk drank.

With my friends at a soundclash she's DJing.

We leave.

People leave.

Am with my friend, a Brazilian and a guy from Iceland who all study film with Mary.

Oh wait why am I in Elephant and Castle now. Oh I'm at a house party. Oh Im drunk. Oh where's Mary and what are you on?

French girl singing "JE NE REGRETTE RIEN" in her kitchen karaoke style.  Swaying with half a bottle of red wine, wearing a ripped t-shirt and, well, yeah that's it.

Her last name is: Rousseau.  "Eet eez like being called Smeeth".

Everyone's on Coke and Methylone (the new mdma dahhhling). Like Lol.

Everyone is really artsy and from LCC. Mad tings.

Am like 

I'm so innocent.

Kk. Eat birthday cake at 5AM. Have a deep and intense conversation with a French guy "Why are you so sad? Why are you so sad?"  Tells me his life problems.

Am a bit stoned.

French girl is gurning like mad. Everyone is off their face, I'm pretty sober.

Okay. In Elephant. It's raining, best wait for morning tube. Friend is in room with Brazilian from her class.

7AM. Okay, sleep? Sleeping on floor with French guy, French girl is running around, some people outside are tweaked.

8AM. Brazilian leaves. Leave his coat and one shoe. How and why? 

10AM. French girl is asleep. Wakes up, gets dressed and leaves by 10.20, trying to make us go to Brighton.

ON Y VA, A QUELLE HEURE PARTIR LE TRAIN POUR BRIGHTON?

LET'S GO TO BRIGHTON.

Uh, no. She leaves for Brighton.

We stay. Crash. Hmm.

12AM; we should probably head home now.

Get all day breakfast (SO GOOD )

Get home at 3PM. Die.