If you chop up some cocaine

Nothing like really good coke to feel you with self confidence and energy to preform in front of a big crowd of fucked up people. You chop up twelve lines and you snort one into each nostril, feels like cool fresh pleasure going up, lights your receptions with glowing joy. You pass the tray to the drummer, Donnie Biscuit He accepts and rails double barrels of rocketing pleasure. The tray goes around and comes back with three lines left, you put it aside and stare out the window with a happy grin on your face, the rest perhaps as you get closer to showtime.