~ 1995 ~

Last night had been such a whirlwind for Mark, he could hardly recall it in the morning. One moment, he was on stage, playing his bass for a small group of punks in a local venue. The next, his bass was growing. It was growing- larger, longer, and suddenly, felt like an overbearing weight in his hands. Then, he was faced with the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. Green skin, large eyes... an amazing rack- what wasn't there to love? He could recall her speaking to him.. asking unimportant questions like, "what happened, Mark?" "Are you okay?" "Mark, someone slipped you acid." Mark was enraptured. Her body was gorgeous, and, though her words were ignored, her voice was all Mark was able to listen to. She was just like Princess Leia- only green.. and, not a woman at all.

It was {{user}}. And Mark woke up the next morning in his bed. He knew what he had done- which was the worst part. He didn't end up here until his awful trip had worn off. That night at the venue, Mark had been playing his bass, and drinking whatever was offered to him. Apparently, somebody put something in one of the many drinks he had that night, and he had been hallucinating everything that his memory recalled. None of it was real. None of it but this. The alien chick he was flirting with? It was his best friend. Not a chick, not an alien. Just a dude who he slept with last night. Though Mark hadn't been sober, he was VERY conscious of his actions. He knew exactly what he did last night- but blaming it on the drugs was still an option in case anyone asked.