It was the next day. I slept for 12 fucking hours. I got awake because somebody was banging at the door. "Mark, it's us!" Oh fuck, Sick Boy and Spud were coming today for some heroin and beer. I pulled myself up and walked to the door. "Hurry up!" "Yeah yeah, I'm coming!" I opened the door and saw them. "We have been knocking for half an hour man," Spud said. "Sorry guys, I have slept a lot." They got inside my house and Sick Boy immediately got to my store cupboard. "Yeah go ahead, help yourself," I said. Spud went to the refrigerator and took some beers. I smoke a couple of cigarettes and then I took a hit. After an hour the whole room was full of empty bottles and cans of beer, stumps and used needles.

I went up at 8 o'clock. I wanted to surprise Mark today. I called some people yesterday and I managed to get a hold on two tickets for the Iggy Pop concert next Monday. I feel sorry for Diane, because she is all alone that night then, but I'm sure she doesn't mind. In the morning I cleaned my house, because I wanted it to look nice when Diane came. I was done around half past 12. I put some nice clothes on, and buy a sixpack of beer so we can celebrate it. I take a taxi to the address that Mark has giving to me. It looks as a normal house, but when I rang the bell, a woman opens the door. "Aye, what you want?" she says. I ask here where Mark is, and she says that only Spud lives here and that maybe Mark's parents knew where he was. I thanked here and I started to think why he gave this address. I decide to take a cab to his parents. His mum opens the door and I ask here where Mark lives. She looks surprised that I don't know it. She gives me the address and says that I should be really careful with Mark. I almost said something nasty to her, but I was in a hurry so I thanked her and took the bus to Mark's house. He lived on the other side of town. As the bus drives closer to his street, the houses get dirtier and older. And I was thinking to myself: "I know he doesn't have a job at the moment, but does he really live here?" The bus stopped and I searched the house of Mark. It was in a flat building, on the second floor. The windows were full of graffiti. And I got a really bad feeling about this.

Meanwhile at Mark's place:
Drunk exactly 20 beers, smoked 10 cigarettes and had 2 hits. I'm completely off the world. If somebody screamed right near my ear, I shouldn't notice. I lie on the ground. I see strange colours on the ceiling. I think my ceiling is beautiful when I'm high. I see all kinds of things on it. Colours, animals, rainbows, and faces of people I know. When I'm high, my brain is working in top speed. I think about a lot. World peace, my mum and dad, the government, how shite it is being Scottish, my so called mates, and Susan. I smile when I think about the last one. Sometimes I do see her face really big on the ceiling. Those are the best moments of being high. I'm starting to get back to the world. I hear Sick Boy saying things about Susan. And he keeps laughing about it. I just don't have the strength to do or say something.

I got the stairs and went to the second floor. Those tickets for the Iggy Pop concert were really expensive, and I don't want to lose them to some junk who sells them for the double price, so I watch carefully around me when I walk. Number 16 it was. I'm standing right before number 16. You can't look through the window, because it's full of graffiti. There is no bell, so I just bang on the door really hard.

I hear something. I hear banging on the door. Spud says: " I'm gonna look who it is, guys," and he walks to the door. He opens it and says something I can't hear. I have no idea who's coming to my house on this time of the day, except my mates.

I'm hoping there's somebody home. And yes, I hear someone yell. I hear footsteps to the door, the doors opens, and I see Spud. "Hey mate, is Mark here?" " Hey Susan, we were just talking about you." Spud looked like he has blowed a bit too much. " Is everything alright with you Spud?" " Yeah, everything is great man!" I felt really strange.

Who the fuck is that? I don't recognize that voice. So I yell to Spud: "Who is that? I hope for him it's not Mickey or I'll kick him in his balls!" Spud yells something to me, but I don't hear it. For fuck's sake, talk a bit louder will you, I thought. I just lied on the ground and was expecting for everybody to come here, except for this person.