TheSpade
Bluelighter
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- Oct 15, 2005
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There's these words, set and setting....
It more than likely played some part, but even when I was going out on big nights out, good music etc, all my mates there, good atmosphere, still shit.
ive left my mates flat at 10am, done a half hour bus journey to pick up more pills, then a half hour back. one of the most horrific experiences of my life. i was an absolute fucking mess. it was obvious that the pills weren't even going to do me any good but my inner crackhead got the better of me & next thing i knew i was sitting on a bus full of old people going to do their shopping. they looked at me as if id just shat on their face.
Thankfully I never took the bus, couldn't have faced that. Taxi's all the way no matter what the cost. Done some right dodgy shit when mashed. Used to get taxis to dealers houses when fucked and not even bother getting out the taxi to do the deal, just opening the door or rolling down the window and blatently swapping cash for furries or chapping on randoms doors as we've heard a dealer lives there even though they've no idea who we are nor us them, even offered a taxi driver a pill before instead of the fare. We phoned hookers from a number we found in the back of daily star (more of a laugh than anything) and tried to get them up to my mates mum house whilse she was in and countless other horrible things that drugs made me do! It's the drugs fault, not mines.

