Teddy's Diary

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Dear diary,

So this is what it must have been like in the days of acid trips... you come in from the cold, the you keep seeing psychadelic colours and patterns, there is a blur of people coming past you, and finally now I see bright flashes---whoa-oh. They call it a cocktail party. I think this is my mother behind me in the picture, but Dad told me that was my grandmother's dress... spooky, man. I told Dad that too many nights like this would do my head in, and he said that he knew just how I felt.