simfromstoke
12-07-2008, 09:17 AM
i remember one christmas day, a few yrs back
everyone had fucked off out the house round to a neighbours or sumfin and im all alone.
i had been clean for maybe 8 weeks.
i was sat there in my room at around 6pm, counting out all this cash id been given.
it had been snowning constantly since 10pm xmas eve(the night before) and looking out my bedroom window it was pitch black because of the heavy snow clouds and all i could see was the snow building up around the window frame.
so id counted out about £400 when the cheeky little thought entered my head -i wonder if i could score.
i thought of all the in's and out's but the thought still remained
so i grabbed for my phone (my logic being -if my guy for weights' phone is on, i'll get, if it's off, i wont)
so now with clammy hands i searched the number and pressed dial...
ring, ring, its fucking ON.. woo hoo..now please answer...
"yo! sup bro. wotcha after?.." came the answer
i told him i needed an 8 and told him i was surprised he was even on, being xmas day and all..
he said he would send a runner but to give the runner an extra fiver for a "tip"..
i was elated.. "yeah no fuckin worries mate.. normal place?.."
so with my score sorted, i quickly threw on a big thick coat and boots and headed out to the car..
upon opening the front door i looked out down the drive to where my MR2 should be..
it was covered with a foot and a half of snow, so i quickly made a hole where the windscreen was and yanked open the frozen lump of a door. a heavy layer of snow just showered down onto the drivers seat.
not giving a fuck and thanking my lucky stars that the door wasnt frozen shut i dropped my self down into the weired, muffled, snow cocoon. it was like being sat in a tiny igloo.
fingers crossed i put the key in the ignition..
please start, please start, PLEASE START...
i turned her over and BANG! straight into life (i LOVED toyotas' solid engineering and my little mk1 MR2 was built like a tank and she never ever failed me once no matter how hard i nailed it racing others etc)
so i sat there for a few minutes waiting for some kind of wamth to enter the cabbin while i checked that all systems where go.
petrol.. check
oil temp.. check
water temp.. check
oil pressure.. check
we good to go! yipee!
so very tentatively i tried to pull off.. the back wheels immidiately spun a little.. ok its FUCKING SLIPPY..
just take it easy..
so i get it down the drive, ploughing the snow deeper, the further down i drove. but if my solid little toyota could turn a wheel, it would DEFINATELY get me to wolverhampton(the place i had to meet my man, 25miles away..).
so i edge the car the 3 miles down the country lanes onto the motorway (wolverhampton was 3 junctions down the motorway and about 18 miles) thinking that as soon as i got on the motorway, the driving would become easier, following other cars (i had not seen one other car on the road and the 3 miles down the lanes was trecherous and fool-hardy to say the least. but i got to the motorway..)
so slipping and sliding, i drove up the ramp and onto the motorway..
and the sight shocked me a little. not ONE SINGLE CAR, NOT ONE TRACK, NOTHING but white snow
(living on the busiest stretch of motorway in the whole of EUROPE, i have NEVER seen the M6 empty..)
so carefully creeping into the middle of the white, 2 foot deep blanket i eased the car up to 10mph and prayed that it didnt get much deeper..
i rang my man and told him the sitch with the motorway and gave him an ETA of about an hour..
"yeah, no-worries bruv. just bell me when you close, i wont switch off.."
phew.. at least i got a re-assurance that my dangerous journey would all be for SOMETHING..
so nearly an hour and a half later i exit the motorway after NOT SEEING ONE OTHER CAR..
and i prayed the road into wolves would be at-least drivable.
and thank god it was. yeah sure a few cars had ventered downthere and it was like driving on an ice-skating rink (but it was easier than driving on the M6..)
so i seemingly slid my car down the main road into the city and headed for the spot, ringin my man just before getting there.
so i sat in my little cocoon looking out on the christmas-looking wonderland glistening through the windscreen, looking for any other signs of life on this isolated xmas day evening.
and sitting there in the city i felt that i was the only person alive out on the street and looking around me just confirmed the feeling
i sparked-up a fag and watched in the mirror when the small shadow of a familiar-lookin skinny guy appeared behind the car from out of the alleyway
within a minute he was there at the passenger-door, trying to open it, but it was frozen solid. so i juped out and had to let him clamber over to the passenger seat from the drivers side(not easy in an MR2!..)
"you after an 8 bruv?" "90 notes"
ninety quid i stammered?
"yeah 90"
"but G said 85.."
"well its 90" he said firmly
at this point i could of rang my man and forced the issue but i was so happy to have even scored in such hellish conditions i would have happily given him £190 but not wanting to show this i begrudgingly shoved the 90quid into his freezing cold hand and he chucked the clingfilm wrapped lump into my lap.
i grabbed for it and it felt like a real GOOD hard rock and i fisted it and proceded to pull off cuz i wanded this dick out of my car, and quick.
after dropping him off at the next juncion i teetered down the road i pulled over and assesed the situation
good-points -the old bill where no-way gonna pull-me, thinking id just scored. -and id only seen about five cars on the road that whole night, non of 'em old bill.
and through all the sonw and the blizzards id got my gear! yay! un-fucking-beliveable, but id done it!!
bad points -i was now stuck in a city, with an eighth of smack, in a blizzard, with no-way of injecting or even smoking that gear AND 25 miles, through 2 foot deep snow(and worstening), away from my needles and home and starting to rattle through the thought of it.
so my junky brain clicks in and gives me the junky-logic answer -get some fucking foil from somewhere and have a toot THEN work out what the fuck to do..
and being christmas day, getting a piece of foil sholdnt be too-hard in procurring from ANY house.
so parked in the middle of the main-road into the city i played "eeny-meeny-miney-mo.." and chose a house to go and ask for some foil
i got to the front-door and before ringing the bell i needed a blag..
so a few seconds after ringing the bell, this little chineese-looking, obviously tipsty, woman is staring down at me
so im like -"yeah shug, have you got a piece of foil because my car radiator is freezing over and i need some foil to cover it, to keep it from freezing"
quisitivly the woman looks at me and i point to my car in the middle of the road
then she says, "come-in, Come-in.."
"no, no. i'd get snow everywhere. have you got ANY foil?.."
so a minutle later she returns with a huge fuck-off roll, so i ripped a metre by metre square piece off and thanked her profusely.
walking back towards the car i felt eyes on me, watching from the house.
im sure they expected me to pop the front bonnet and start fliddling with the foil, covering the radiator.
err, no-fucking-way! i got my foil and im off at a full 3-4mph sliding down the road, smack and foil at hand.
..im..going...for..a...ciggie...will...continue..m y...tale....in..a....few...minutes
-sim
everyone had fucked off out the house round to a neighbours or sumfin and im all alone.
i had been clean for maybe 8 weeks.
i was sat there in my room at around 6pm, counting out all this cash id been given.
it had been snowning constantly since 10pm xmas eve(the night before) and looking out my bedroom window it was pitch black because of the heavy snow clouds and all i could see was the snow building up around the window frame.
so id counted out about £400 when the cheeky little thought entered my head -i wonder if i could score.
i thought of all the in's and out's but the thought still remained
so i grabbed for my phone (my logic being -if my guy for weights' phone is on, i'll get, if it's off, i wont)
so now with clammy hands i searched the number and pressed dial...
ring, ring, its fucking ON.. woo hoo..now please answer...
"yo! sup bro. wotcha after?.." came the answer
i told him i needed an 8 and told him i was surprised he was even on, being xmas day and all..
he said he would send a runner but to give the runner an extra fiver for a "tip"..
i was elated.. "yeah no fuckin worries mate.. normal place?.."
so with my score sorted, i quickly threw on a big thick coat and boots and headed out to the car..
upon opening the front door i looked out down the drive to where my MR2 should be..
it was covered with a foot and a half of snow, so i quickly made a hole where the windscreen was and yanked open the frozen lump of a door. a heavy layer of snow just showered down onto the drivers seat.
not giving a fuck and thanking my lucky stars that the door wasnt frozen shut i dropped my self down into the weired, muffled, snow cocoon. it was like being sat in a tiny igloo.
fingers crossed i put the key in the ignition..
please start, please start, PLEASE START...
i turned her over and BANG! straight into life (i LOVED toyotas' solid engineering and my little mk1 MR2 was built like a tank and she never ever failed me once no matter how hard i nailed it racing others etc)
so i sat there for a few minutes waiting for some kind of wamth to enter the cabbin while i checked that all systems where go.
petrol.. check
oil temp.. check
water temp.. check
oil pressure.. check
we good to go! yipee!
so very tentatively i tried to pull off.. the back wheels immidiately spun a little.. ok its FUCKING SLIPPY..
just take it easy..
so i get it down the drive, ploughing the snow deeper, the further down i drove. but if my solid little toyota could turn a wheel, it would DEFINATELY get me to wolverhampton(the place i had to meet my man, 25miles away..).
so i edge the car the 3 miles down the country lanes onto the motorway (wolverhampton was 3 junctions down the motorway and about 18 miles) thinking that as soon as i got on the motorway, the driving would become easier, following other cars (i had not seen one other car on the road and the 3 miles down the lanes was trecherous and fool-hardy to say the least. but i got to the motorway..)
so slipping and sliding, i drove up the ramp and onto the motorway..
and the sight shocked me a little. not ONE SINGLE CAR, NOT ONE TRACK, NOTHING but white snow
(living on the busiest stretch of motorway in the whole of EUROPE, i have NEVER seen the M6 empty..)
so carefully creeping into the middle of the white, 2 foot deep blanket i eased the car up to 10mph and prayed that it didnt get much deeper..
i rang my man and told him the sitch with the motorway and gave him an ETA of about an hour..
"yeah, no-worries bruv. just bell me when you close, i wont switch off.."
phew.. at least i got a re-assurance that my dangerous journey would all be for SOMETHING..
so nearly an hour and a half later i exit the motorway after NOT SEEING ONE OTHER CAR..
and i prayed the road into wolves would be at-least drivable.
and thank god it was. yeah sure a few cars had ventered downthere and it was like driving on an ice-skating rink (but it was easier than driving on the M6..)
so i seemingly slid my car down the main road into the city and headed for the spot, ringin my man just before getting there.
so i sat in my little cocoon looking out on the christmas-looking wonderland glistening through the windscreen, looking for any other signs of life on this isolated xmas day evening.
and sitting there in the city i felt that i was the only person alive out on the street and looking around me just confirmed the feeling
i sparked-up a fag and watched in the mirror when the small shadow of a familiar-lookin skinny guy appeared behind the car from out of the alleyway
within a minute he was there at the passenger-door, trying to open it, but it was frozen solid. so i juped out and had to let him clamber over to the passenger seat from the drivers side(not easy in an MR2!..)
"you after an 8 bruv?" "90 notes"
ninety quid i stammered?
"yeah 90"
"but G said 85.."
"well its 90" he said firmly
at this point i could of rang my man and forced the issue but i was so happy to have even scored in such hellish conditions i would have happily given him £190 but not wanting to show this i begrudgingly shoved the 90quid into his freezing cold hand and he chucked the clingfilm wrapped lump into my lap.
i grabbed for it and it felt like a real GOOD hard rock and i fisted it and proceded to pull off cuz i wanded this dick out of my car, and quick.
after dropping him off at the next juncion i teetered down the road i pulled over and assesed the situation
good-points -the old bill where no-way gonna pull-me, thinking id just scored. -and id only seen about five cars on the road that whole night, non of 'em old bill.
and through all the sonw and the blizzards id got my gear! yay! un-fucking-beliveable, but id done it!!
bad points -i was now stuck in a city, with an eighth of smack, in a blizzard, with no-way of injecting or even smoking that gear AND 25 miles, through 2 foot deep snow(and worstening), away from my needles and home and starting to rattle through the thought of it.
so my junky brain clicks in and gives me the junky-logic answer -get some fucking foil from somewhere and have a toot THEN work out what the fuck to do..
and being christmas day, getting a piece of foil sholdnt be too-hard in procurring from ANY house.
so parked in the middle of the main-road into the city i played "eeny-meeny-miney-mo.." and chose a house to go and ask for some foil
i got to the front-door and before ringing the bell i needed a blag..
so a few seconds after ringing the bell, this little chineese-looking, obviously tipsty, woman is staring down at me
so im like -"yeah shug, have you got a piece of foil because my car radiator is freezing over and i need some foil to cover it, to keep it from freezing"
quisitivly the woman looks at me and i point to my car in the middle of the road
then she says, "come-in, Come-in.."
"no, no. i'd get snow everywhere. have you got ANY foil?.."
so a minutle later she returns with a huge fuck-off roll, so i ripped a metre by metre square piece off and thanked her profusely.
walking back towards the car i felt eyes on me, watching from the house.
im sure they expected me to pop the front bonnet and start fliddling with the foil, covering the radiator.
err, no-fucking-way! i got my foil and im off at a full 3-4mph sliding down the road, smack and foil at hand.
..im..going...for..a...ciggie...will...continue..m y...tale....in..a....few...minutes
-sim