One of the most potent cranks I ever had was during that dry spell some years back, I was ill & my mate cooked up his cottons for me & I had my first shot, I have never to this day been hit like that off gear. I was looking at my shoelaces for hours
Managed to get a small score yesterday quite late for me but one of the people I have contact with has knocked his hours up till 11pm now & I had access to a car so we could drive too. The goddamn crack head I was with was taking the piss getting ready & kept going on about how people MAY try to break into his flat while we were gone but he lives in a really nice place, the worst you gotta fear is some Guardian reader trying to ask you to go sniff coke with them & they bang on about some SJW issue.
Managed to finally get his yakking ass out the door & he did 6,000 mph all the way to go see the man which scared the piss outta me as the roads were soaking wet & I don't fancy becoming a track for T.G. (Hamburger Man anyone?)
After all the fucking around & being scared to death, going so fast we nearly broke a hole in time without using a DeLorean the bag was so small but the gear was of a very high quality so I didn't really want several heads on sticks for fucking me over.
I know going to score can be shady at times or just a damn pain in the ass but it's like some kinda weird cosmic gamble in a way, the kinda fun sober & normal folks will never know about.