Acid Tounge

Taken from 3D World, last weeks Acid Tounge column. Ahem...

---

Getting a Degree while you party I would like to know whose bright idea it was to throw a succession of incredible parties and festivals right in the last two months of semester? Hmmm? Own up then. Who are the greedy gluttons preying on students and other bottom-feeders of the socio-economic scale, luring their hard earned dollars with glossy productions and super star DJs? It’s hard enough getting by week to week, watching as the essays pile up while I toil late into the night to earn enough to pay the rent and then blow the rest on rampant weekend abandon, scraping through to the next pay day with little more than silver shrapnel in my coin pocket. Sure, you may say that I should be responsible and decline the lure of music, shiny lights and shinier moods; spend my money on a decent diet and concentrate on finishing my bloody degree. But what’s the point of paying the exorbitant living costs of the inner city if I don’t take advantage of the life-style it affords? It’s the blessing and curse of living in a (almost) global city. There are simply so many great things going on each week that the only way to keep up with it all is to exist on a diet of crystal meth (which apparently some people are doing). So to hell with responsibility and career-mindedness, while my age and income are under 25 (grand) I am resolved that the word ‘responsible’ will not enter my vocabulary. Come to think of it, strike the words accountable, respectable, dependable and regrettable as well. Let’s face it, you’re only young once, and those hangovers are already starting to get increasingly severe with each bender, so in five years time you’ll be running on half your hedonism capacity. Best to take advantage of your copious brain cells and regenerating liver while you can. Summer’s nearly here, after all, and that means the seven golden B’s: Beats; Bass; Beer; Beaches and Beautiful Brown Babes. You only get six months a year to enjoy this city in its natural state of heat, so you’d best take advantage while you can. The workload may start to pile up as the travel savings dwindle, but at least you’ll always have the promoters and street press to blame for luring you out the door and into the humid night. Nick J.

---

That cuts as close as those new 5-bladed razors you can get.