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blondin

blondin

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I thought I would start with a tale of desperation....We went away to Spain for 2 weeks i took out enough gear to last me and incredibly enough by the last night I had just a tiny bit left - I knew it would just about hold me until we got back to London. Any hoo got back to Stansted and the yawns and sniffling had already started, the taxi we booked hadnt turned up so had to queue for another all the while getting sicker.

As soon as we were in the cab I was on the phone.....nothing ,nobody picking up (unfortunatelyy had the missis phone so was only able to remember two numbers) kept ring all the way home and still nothing . So I drove to a mates house to see if he could sort something....nothing , by this time I was getting pretty fucked up then glory oh glory my phone rang it ws a turkish fella I knew who told me to meet him in hackney

So Im driving fast as I can and by now puking out the window as Im going along and its flying back in all over my shirt aahhhh meet him and then had to figure how /where i was gonna have a smoke as didnt have any more dosh or foil soo headed to another mate close by. Knocked on the door and this girl answered who I had never seen and said he was out I said ii was busting for a leak and could i use the loo. As oI walked through the kitchen I managed to not only open a drawer but rip off some jimmy.

Now safely ensconced in the loo, tooter made I started smoking and immediatlyy puked - 'you alright in there' ...'yea just a bad stomache' i replied then spent the nextt 1/2 hour smoking and being interupted by the girl asking of my health - alot better thankyou.ahhhhhhhhhhhh
 
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Yeah the 1st phone call when one touches down on home soil is always the the hook up ( sorry Mum ! )

Nothing worse than getting home after a long or short flight , (i usually try n benzo my way through the journey )
n not having a connect straight away the amount of times i 've rung from Bristol airport is ridiculous .

I did have one guy who i used to pay to pick me up who also had a side line ;) that was well handy.

Because of the anxiety that it creates i've found myself ringing 3 or 4 people n getting the answer phone or such n then getting a call back 10 mins later sayin yeah what did you want n not knowing who's got the best stuff n what things are like in the U.K at the time if i been away for a significant amount of time .

I have ended up going to 4 different people just not to put all my eggs in one basket so to speak and what was meant to be say a £40 spend has turned in to closer £400.

Better to be safe than fukin ill .
 
Well you know how just the thought of having some crack can make you want to go for a shit? I was waiting for a dealer the once when some other lad turned up who was waiting for the same guy. Then out the blue he starts jumping about a bit and says 'keep a look out will ya?'

He then proceeds to pull down his trousers and pants (in the middle of a fucking street) and lay the dirtiest, stinkiest pile of runny shit I've ever had the misfortune to witness! Then, without wiping or owt, pulls them back up and joins me over the road again. Filthy. Then we scored some crack.
 
Yas! More stories about folk shitting in the street please.

A good friend of mine shat in the middle of the street one time & wiped his arse with the label off a Strongbow bottle haha, horrible manky bastard, this was while him & some other guy were heading away from a party with this mad 40 year old bird that they were planning on double teaming, the road jobby stopped all hopes of that & my mate came back to the party laughing his head off telling us what had happened. Again, I reiterate - horrible manky bastard!
 
hooks said:
Well you know how just the thought of having some crack can make you want to go for a shit?
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yeah strange that init .
I think its about anticipation as Crack is such a short lived drug half of the buzz is the waiting n getting exited .

I hope you didn't share thje pipe with him , i'd have split the stone in half n told the cunt to do his far away from me he must have been mingin!
 
I watched one of those Nat. Geo. Drugs Inc docs about coke the other night. It said that the mere sight or mention of cocaine causes a dopamine reaction in the brain. They had a cunt inside a brain scanner & they were showing him videos of people chopping up lines & his brain was starting to react as though he was actually taking it. It was quite interesting. It will be a similar thing.
 
yeah that's true , i think its the same for gear as well cos when i've been sick from withdraw n then picked up just knowing that i've got the medicine to make me feel better (heroin) has a psychological effect n i feel better to an extent before i've even had it.

Doesn't stop you walkin home at record speed though !

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They had a cunt inside a brain scanner
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if taken out of context very strange
 
Yeah, it just shows you how powerful the brain can be don't it? I've always wondered about the crack thing. Sitting there waiting to score and then you need a shit?! What's all that about?! I often say if it wasn't for crack then I'd never shit at all! You can quote me on that if you like!

And yeah, the thought of having gear can do a similar thing (only not as bad), especially when ur rattling. And it's not just in your head, you actually start farting and if you do go to the bog you can shit for England.
 
hooks said:
Well you know how just the thought of having some crack can make you want to go for a shit? I was waiting for a dealer the once when some other lad turned up who was waiting for the same guy. Then out the blue he starts jumping about a bit and says 'keep a look out will ya?'

He then proceeds to pull down his trousers and pants (in the middle of a fucking street) and lay the dirtiest, stinkiest pile of runny shit I've ever had the misfortune to witness! Then, without wiping or owt, pulls them back up and joins me over the road again. Filthy. Then we scored some crack.
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hahahahaha FUCK YES. Love a good runny poo / drug story. I used to lay a fat cable in my base dealers house, time and time again
 
brimz said:
yeah strange that init .
I think its about anticipation
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hooks said:
And it's not just in your head, you actually start farting and if you do go to the bog you can shit for England.
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As parttime mentioned, it's about dopamine release. Knowing that the drug is soon to be consumed causes premature dopamine release which in turn affects the bowels.

(so F&B once told us!)
 
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I bumped this thread up as there must be 101 stories to be told - here's a short one I call caught with my pants down.... back in 94 i was married and she didnt know I had a habit in fact she knew nothing about gear so didnt know what to look out for. So I was probably in to about an 18 month run when her birthday came up we all met up at the Fridge in Brixton - about 20 of us and drank and danced and had a laugh.

About 2am I said i was tired and was gonna get some kip so said fairwell and walked back home. Of course as soon as I was inside I was down behind the boiler getting mt shooting bag and setting my self up a shot - did it but it didnt quite hit the mark so cooked up another - as i pushed the plunger I could feel this was gonna be good.

"what the fuck is going on" shouted at max decibels awoke me from my nod , with drool down my chin and the works still in my arm as I looked up wifey was there along with 1/2 a dozen good mates - talk about being caught red handed (blood had also dripped down my arm) and so began a long weary road of sorries and lies (like I had only been at it for a few weeks).

Left a week or so later to see my sister is Somerset....there in lies a couple or more stories.
 
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