A Valentine maessage.

I don't care that much about it. There was only one occassion in my entire life where I had a girlfriend on Valentine's Day. We went to a disco, and I gave her a card I made myself. I bought her a flower that was seriously over-priced. I'd never bought her a flower before, and when I gave it to her, she just looked vaguely confused, took it, said,"That's nice." and then threw it away.
On the way to the disco we stopped by Sefton Park to watch a man playing the bag-pipes. He was just standing there in a kilt and everything, playing the bag-pipes.
I thought,"Either this LSD is really good, or there actually is a man in a kilt playing the bag-pipes in Sefton Park while we are going to a disco."
Then I realised that the first Gulf War was going on at the time, and it was probably something to do with that. His brother, or best friend had probably just been killed, and there he was in Sefton Park banging out a pretty good tune on the bag-pipes, dressed up in all his gear, and the only people who saw it were a couple of in-love spaced out student hippies.
We watched him for a while and then went on our way.
Later the LSD really did kick in. So we had enough on our minds and never discussed the strange piper we had seen earlier. At one point, at about three o'clock in the morning, we tried to have sex. I don't know if you have ever tried to have sex on LSD.
But it didn't really work like it normally does. For one thing I didn't feel that connected with her like I normally did. It wasn't all fireworks and nice things like it normally was. It was just a stupid physical thing we were doing to each other, and something about it seemed vaguely wrong, somehow, like we were doing it in front of our parents.
And The other thing was, it never really came to that conclusion that it normally does. I kept thinking, "This is weird. Weird how close we are to each other. Her eyes are so big. I could almost fall into them. And she might have been thinking, "That damp patch on his ceiling looks a bit like Australia. Maybe I will go there one day."
Eventually we just gave up, and lay there hugging each other until the birds started singing and the rotten drugs wore off. Then I got up and made us a cup of tea and my flat-mate, a girl, came in and saw me standing there in the kitchen with no clothes on.