I remember my mate's stag do in Budapest, i got so wrecked on the first night it left me a gibbering wreck on the second day. 2.5hrs sleep and up at 8 for some grub; we were going to a shooting range to fire handguns and machine guns that next day but i was so paranoid i couldn't handle it. The previous night's alcohol started to wear off around 11 as we drove through the dodgy industrial end of the city to this former bunker where the range was, and by this time i was well in the grip of some vicious paranoia. I've fired a 4 Bore muzzle loader before, but i was a sweating mental case that day and just sat quietly in the corner of the firing range praying that nobody spoke to me and that we would all get out alive. Worse still one of the lads decided to nick a live 12 Bore shotgun cartridge and start pissing around with it on the minibus, i know what it's like to have a bad trip now.





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