He shouldn't have told me
My university college was a little way out of town so most days I needed to walk along a particular path to lectures. There was a particular homeless guy that frequented the route - a youngish chap with bloodshot eyes and a blue tracksuit. I gave him money from time to time, until one day he made a big mistake by getting chatting to me and revealing how much money he made. He said he usually could get £20-£30 a day. And for someone with no overheads, it seemed to me that frankly he didn't need any more cash from me.

I developed a theory: the only people you'll give money to in the street are the ones that are good at asking for it, and they're almost certainly the ones who need it least. Now I just give a standing order to Shelter and walk by with downcast eyes like everyone else.

I did break that rule for a guy outside Lewisham station, though. He was the sweetest old codger you ever saw in your life and I often used to have a quick chat with him. I had a toke of the strongest skunk I've ever had from him. Fuck knows what was in it (or what diseases I could have caught from sharing his saliva).
( flatfrog Staring vacantly into space, Mon 6 Jul 2009, 13:10, 3 replies)

Welcome to the wonderful world
of Heroin
(Is this a good idea? ... Yes this is definitely a good idea, Mon 6 Jul 2009, 13:33, closed)

Aye, smack.
yer on'y smoken' it

(Ah, memories of HEBS adverts.)
( uberdeity Wondered why Owen Lars knew of the term "hell" on, Mon 6 Jul 2009, 15:44, closed)

Maybe
Not convinced, though. Tasted like ganja to me, just very, very strong ganja.
Never really been my thing. I prefer my highs mellow.
( flatfrog Staring vacantly into space, Mon 6 Jul 2009, 16:06, closed)