Part 3. A new way out
Here it comes, its getting worse now, soon my mind will cave in n ah will once again be forced tae face the hell thit is reality, tae me it's like being oan a roller coaster, thair's the feeling o' rising intae the air n then feeling like you've been shot oot o' a gun n yir mind takes ya on a ride full o' loops n twirls, but soon its gonna huv tae end, no high kin last forever... kin it?
Ah shot up from the floor, only able tae recognise small things, the telly blurring away no channel tuned intae it, the lava lamp in front o' me oan the table thit Tommo thought would be funny tae look at while drifting off, ma mates still lying thair oan the floor barely conscience n the stereo playing, God knows what. As ah went tae the fridge tae get a drink the thought came tae me again, what if thair was a way o' staying high, ah took a look back a ma mates, what if ah did go off tae London in search o' the greatest high, ah'd be a legend. Ah considered telling them aw but they'd jist laugh n say ah was nuts, even if a did go they wouldnae notice, not thit am boring far from it, its jist everyone uses ma place tae crash oot aw the time, it doesnae bother me, infact ah even gave them a spair set o' keys jist in case ah lost mine on the way back from the pub or wir ever ye know. As a sat doon nearest tae me, ah couldnae help but take a look at ma mates again, they wood soon be comin oot o' it as well, however the pain thit comes from doing this shit soon starts tae catch up tae ye and ah'm starting tae feel bad pains aw ower ma body, if ah went doon tae London mibbe it would be better, aw ah had tae dae is stand in front o'a camera n take a drug, ah've done nearly aw o' the drug scene sae ah guess it woudnae be sae bad. Wi a giant boost a energy a dooned tha drink – Fuck it, lets dae it.
Ah emediatley shot intae ma room tae find the card the blond bird hud given me – Fuck wir is it, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Ah searched ivry pocket ah had in thit fuckin jacket but it wasnae thair, wir the fuck could it huv gone, ah searched sum more n before long a hud tore ma room apart looking fir a single scrap a paper, ah searched high, ah searched low, ah searched places ah hud already searched through three times before. Ah was becoming possessed almost, ah hud tae huv thit piece o' paper, it was ma goal, ma life, ma holy grail if yae will. Wait, thair it was, or rather half o' it, ah only had one half o' it, - where the fuck is the other half!? Ah screamed sae loud thit ah think ah woke ma mates up, ah couldnae care, right now ma only goal wis tae find the other half, but ah new thit if a had tore ma room apart n only found one half thit it would be bear impossible tae find the other. Ah sat back doon n the "livingroom" ma heid n ma hands ah defeated man, - What's sup Boz? Lee asked me as he came round from 'is trip oan the ground. – Ah've jist tore ma room apart looking fir one measly piece a paper n aw ah could find was one fuckin half o' it, Lee looked at me fir a while like ah had this terrible disease, ah felt like boostin his mooth open, he turned tae the table n then back at me n says – wat this piece o' paper? What! Ah look at him n there he his holding the other half, - Ha ha Lee ye fuckin lucky bastard ye, ah leapt oot a ma chair, snatched the other half off o' Lee before he uses it fir cigarette paper n shot oot the door, ah run doon stairs tae the phone n some skinny cunt wit ginger hair is using it, it doesnae matter ah kin wait. Ah'm lyin again – Oi you ya skinny cunt, ah need tae use the phone, the prick turns round – Ye alrite mate ah'll only be another minute, sae ye cun jist wait cant ye, n wit this he turns back round, no way am a havin any o' this shite today – Get tae fuck ye doss cunt, as he turns round a grab him by the collar and heid butt him in the nose sending him flying tae the floor, a kick him a few times before he runs off screamin like a girl – Pussy! Ah put the paper together as best ah cud n dialed the number, the ring seems tae go on forever – Hello? A posh English voice asked; Success, ah shouted as a punched the air - Hello? Who is this? - Oh shit – err is this Kim? - Yes who is this? - Err its Boz, we met at the Edinburgh festival, ah wis wonderin if ye wir still offerin thit... - Oh you, of course I remember you now. Yes I am when are you available? – Err right now, ah answered. – That's great, meet me near the entrance in the South London warehouses tomorrow at around seven and I'll sort everything out, ok, bye, n wit thit she hung up, aw ah hud tae dae now was git a train doon tae London, easier said than done.
Here it comes, its getting worse now, soon my mind will cave in n ah will once again be forced tae face the hell thit is reality, tae me it's like being oan a roller coaster, thair's the feeling o' rising intae the air n then feeling like you've been shot oot o' a gun n yir mind takes ya on a ride full o' loops n twirls, but soon its gonna huv tae end, no high kin last forever... kin it?
Ah shot up from the floor, only able tae recognise small things, the telly blurring away no channel tuned intae it, the lava lamp in front o' me oan the table thit Tommo thought would be funny tae look at while drifting off, ma mates still lying thair oan the floor barely conscience n the stereo playing, God knows what. As ah went tae the fridge tae get a drink the thought came tae me again, what if thair was a way o' staying high, ah took a look back a ma mates, what if ah did go off tae London in search o' the greatest high, ah'd be a legend. Ah considered telling them aw but they'd jist laugh n say ah was nuts, even if a did go they wouldnae notice, not thit am boring far from it, its jist everyone uses ma place tae crash oot aw the time, it doesnae bother me, infact ah even gave them a spair set o' keys jist in case ah lost mine on the way back from the pub or wir ever ye know. As a sat doon nearest tae me, ah couldnae help but take a look at ma mates again, they wood soon be comin oot o' it as well, however the pain thit comes from doing this shit soon starts tae catch up tae ye and ah'm starting tae feel bad pains aw ower ma body, if ah went doon tae London mibbe it would be better, aw ah had tae dae is stand in front o'a camera n take a drug, ah've done nearly aw o' the drug scene sae ah guess it woudnae be sae bad. Wi a giant boost a energy a dooned tha drink – Fuck it, lets dae it.
Ah emediatley shot intae ma room tae find the card the blond bird hud given me – Fuck wir is it, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Ah searched ivry pocket ah had in thit fuckin jacket but it wasnae thair, wir the fuck could it huv gone, ah searched sum more n before long a hud tore ma room apart looking fir a single scrap a paper, ah searched high, ah searched low, ah searched places ah hud already searched through three times before. Ah was becoming possessed almost, ah hud tae huv thit piece o' paper, it was ma goal, ma life, ma holy grail if yae will. Wait, thair it was, or rather half o' it, ah only had one half o' it, - where the fuck is the other half!? Ah screamed sae loud thit ah think ah woke ma mates up, ah couldnae care, right now ma only goal wis tae find the other half, but ah new thit if a had tore ma room apart n only found one half thit it would be bear impossible tae find the other. Ah sat back doon n the "livingroom" ma heid n ma hands ah defeated man, - What's sup Boz? Lee asked me as he came round from 'is trip oan the ground. – Ah've jist tore ma room apart looking fir one measly piece a paper n aw ah could find was one fuckin half o' it, Lee looked at me fir a while like ah had this terrible disease, ah felt like boostin his mooth open, he turned tae the table n then back at me n says – wat this piece o' paper? What! Ah look at him n there he his holding the other half, - Ha ha Lee ye fuckin lucky bastard ye, ah leapt oot a ma chair, snatched the other half off o' Lee before he uses it fir cigarette paper n shot oot the door, ah run doon stairs tae the phone n some skinny cunt wit ginger hair is using it, it doesnae matter ah kin wait. Ah'm lyin again – Oi you ya skinny cunt, ah need tae use the phone, the prick turns round – Ye alrite mate ah'll only be another minute, sae ye cun jist wait cant ye, n wit this he turns back round, no way am a havin any o' this shite today – Get tae fuck ye doss cunt, as he turns round a grab him by the collar and heid butt him in the nose sending him flying tae the floor, a kick him a few times before he runs off screamin like a girl – Pussy! Ah put the paper together as best ah cud n dialed the number, the ring seems tae go on forever – Hello? A posh English voice asked; Success, ah shouted as a punched the air - Hello? Who is this? - Oh shit – err is this Kim? - Yes who is this? - Err its Boz, we met at the Edinburgh festival, ah wis wonderin if ye wir still offerin thit... - Oh you, of course I remember you now. Yes I am when are you available? – Err right now, ah answered. – That's great, meet me near the entrance in the South London warehouses tomorrow at around seven and I'll sort everything out, ok, bye, n wit thit she hung up, aw ah hud tae dae now was git a train doon tae London, easier said than done.