24 Hour Party People

It starts with a line of coke.  Up my nose, off a silver tray one of the girls here hands to me.  I don't know anybody's name.  I do another line.  For a second I don't know anything and then I'm talking away.  Then it continues, with another line, off a different tray that a different girl hands to me.  At least I think it's a different girl.  Everything here looks the same.  The evening morphs and dissolves as it rolls on, one line after another,