Fuck it, everyone is doing it! Was the thought that ran through my head as the offer was made at 1am (ish) at the trendy club in town with the name no one remembered. The new recreational drug known as ‘REM’ had already stirred my curiosity when I first heard of it in some news story. I only had a vague idea of what it was at the time, but the temptation was already there. Temptation, even as I stood there in the graffiti-riddled cubicle, surrounded by the smell of ammonia with my jeans unzipped.
"Reminiscing? Bro, you remin tonight?"
"Mate, give me a minute. Ideally, I’d like to avoid getting piss all over me."
Back then I had a bit of trouble with OCD, the splash back from urinals was enough to make me go home and take a shower. After an awkward start, the casually dressed stranger in his late thirties explained the product on offer. That was, for the reduced cost of just twenty five quid I would get to re-live a random memory. Th