Thank you so much for your kind, insightful words and considerate advice ructions my dear
The meth came in quite handy for the day, I could have scored but wanted to try the meth just to see if it might counter any cravings that might arise but like you said - I've no habit at all these days and my cravings are minimal regardless - however I was introduced to my new contact tonight at last - a latvian chap - so I expect my habit may have quite a likely chance of steadily rising. Me and an (I hesitate to use the word friend as he's ripped so many of me and my crew off so many times during the drought so) acquaintance split a bag and I can confirm it is indeed pre-drought gear at pre-drought prices (well, 25 but thats expected to fall soon enough). He knocked at my door, eyes pinned to bits and blatantly lapsing into nods offering to pay for a bag and split it with me in exchange for my company as he moved out of Dublin during the drought, came up for the day and had been wandering around on his own all afternoon and evening. Generally I'd tend to avoid the chap but how in sweet name of jesus could I turn my nose at such an opportunity.
So my Monday turned out rather swell. It began utterly dire as I got my measly 188 at 1pm, had to fork out 120 that I owed for 3 @40 quid a pop then had to hand up the other 68 for rent. The main that I owed the cash to had me under the impression that I was getting more on lay as soon as I payed off what was on my tab for last week, but when I handed the cash over I could see him sizing me up, then he says
He: ...humm now eh, lets see...yeah now endless you're about 6ft wouldnt you be?
I: can neither confirm nor deny buddy, why so and wheres the gear?
He: ...<inaudible mumbling>...see now thats the thing. I have 9 wrapped up in a bag in that drainpipe over there <points> but I've no way of getting at it without a ladder pal
I: what the? are you fucking serious man?!
how in the name of fuck did you manage to get it there in the first place?
He: ...<inaudible mumbling>...house last night, and I climbed up and put me foot on <inaudible mumble> to give meself a bit of height so I could stash it somewhere literally out of reach, and as soon as I placed it the thing broke and back in through window I fell. Now it was just as well I managed to place it and not drop it because if that happened then I'd be rightly fucked. The thing is he doesnt know I stashed it there - and I've already used three excuses to get inside the house again to try reach out the window to get it, each fuckin time resulting in me getting drenched in freezing cold drain water and having to go back to me own flat and change me t-shirt - so he see's me coming back to his house a 2nd and 3rd time wanting to use his toilet, each time with a fresh set of clothes on - and he's already paranoid out of his head already so theres no way I can get back in there until this evening. Thats if he doesnt pass out as he's been up for 4 nights caning mephedrone and necking cider.
I: Quite the pickle bud.
He: Fuckin too right it is pal...
I: But what the fuck are we going to do?!
He: When I was leaving the last time he said he hadnt slept in over 4 days and he had just taken three zimmovane to knock himself out - so if we can find a ladder somewhere we'll be able to hop up onto the wall, throw it over and climb up the back of the gaff and reach the stash...
I: Guess that means I wont be getting that bag off you then...
Next thing he starts fucking walking away towards the other end of the lane...
He: I think I saw a ladder down here the other night but I was a bit locked now I must say so I'm not exactly certain on where it is, but I know I definitely did see one...sure even a pole would do us...sure you're not in any hurry anyway are yeh?
After about 15mins of walking around looking for this non-existent fucking ladder to climb up the back of yer mans gaff to get the rest of the 8th, he finally says fuck it - I'll go and buy a half 8th, call you back in an hour and scuttles off.
Fuck sake.
Usual shite ensued then - the hour goes by, then the second. So I call, no answer. Third hour passes, and I call five times and send two texts to him - no response. Then the most unlikely savior comes and saves the day, and not only introduces me to a new contact selling pre-drought at pre-drought prices, but gives me another 3 numbers of heads around the area that are all back on now and all charging pre-drought prices for pre-drought product - all of course along with half a bag on the house to top it off. Fucking deserved it after the trauma of the ladder incident.
I'm broke now until next monday - but fuck it, I'll go the week without scoring because when next monday rolls forth I'll have pre-drought coming out my fucking ears man.
Fair fucks to you if you got through all the above, its likely a bit all over the place but hopefully you got the general gist of it.
Ructions, I hope your day has been a good one and I'll be in touch soon so expect a very merry message coming your way quicksmart and with godspeed. Likewise for everyone else, I hope your week has begun well and if you're still in the game that you're scoring ok and its nice product. Be well my friends, much peace to you people...