That's my weekend fucked it would appear, got the ching dealer phoning up going skitzo wanting the £135 I'm still due him. Some other boy told him where I live was getting the threats of I'll be round at your door with a baseball bat if it's not in tomorrow ha. To be fair has been a month but it's not the lad I got it off in the first place, his dealer, the original agreement was it would be a few weeks so technically I am late by a week, that's all my money zapped instantly tomorrow!
I am honesty going to splatter that fool who told him where I live though, fucking toolbag. Not liked him for a while now next time I see him he's getting two black eyes and a kick in the teeth. Wouldn't be so bothered but a) the lads going mental, well I already had it sorted with the boy I actually bought it off and b) it's the mothers house. Phoned my pal just now and he's basically say the dude is drunk and drugged up so ignore him, fuck knows what his crack was, asked me for a pint and he'd pay after the conversation we had aswell. Bastardheads!