LSD

CHAPTER ONE

I weren't the one for drugs, no honestly I weren't I swear down.

I guess I just wanted to celebrate. Just finished my Doctors degree, starting a job thy job, dream job this summer and when I say I strived I mean I strived and badly sweat my balls off I did.

Its not easy going for a job like that when you know your gonna get knocked back no doubt about it. Shot down dumped for some clean shaved prick in a suit and tie, and that goes for any job, every job even a paper round.

When your from the wrong side of town, wrong everything to be honest with you. Wrong post code wrong side of town wrong last name and a bit of a criminal record.

I mean come on, I twok'ed a car, once, when I was fifteen, once. But that was me well the old me.

I got down for twoking a car, OK cars plural did a bit of shop lifting and set step dads house alight, that's all that's it ain't like I ain't learned from it.

I mean come on, he only got slightly burned, a lot. And I learned my lesson aint like the wanker didn't deserve everything he got, cheat on my mam will you ya prick. And besides I was in with the wrong crowd so you can blame them.

That was all behind me now, I was a kid back then a fifteen year old kid, I'm twenty-six now with a university degree and one of those hat things, its even on my wall for Christ sake.

Got a flat, which I own, a good job, and a good girl been going out with Becka for eight years nearly nine, I've even got a beard if that ain't mature I don't know what is.

Even gonna pop the question and everything, she should say ye, pretty sure she will, I mean aint like she hadn't hinted enough.

Good girl my Becka was, gonna kill me if she knew I was even contemplating the idea of drugs.

Becka she was the one, perfect beautiful. She suffered way way way bad with the hold ugly duckling syndrome but now she's sassy.

Size 14 and she hated her self, now she's size 22 and my god she knows how to work that booty of hers yes I like big butts and I can not lie, ha like Id even try.

She was out tonight, she did a hole burlesque show down town, and me I had no problem with her shaking that arse all over town as long as I got one hell of a private viewing after wards which believe me I did.

But she'd never let me go to watch her never, she gets all shy and everything when I'm there. She says she cant get into her glitter charictor when in there.

So ye she was out, id a wod of green to blow and I was board, way way board like outta my head board.

Id never done drugs, like ever honestly, never even really thought about them, I mean the estate where I grew up drugs and back street handy J's, that's how it worked.

My aunty Meg, she was on all sorts and it was my own dad her own brother that were selling it to her, so ye I grew up round drugs.

Saw how high you could get, and it looked wonderful, then saw how hard you could fall. How bad it could rip apart your life your family, your brain.

Dad accidentally od'd summer of 06. Thought he was partying his face off with coke, turned out to be meth, bye-bye daddy.

Ye I'm cold but come on, he had kids and a bitch wife to take care of, but then again she was just as bad as he was, I was born with the jitters, good job I didn't have any teeth my cheeks would be gone. Gone-gone.

And now I was just as bad as he and her was, I, I mean I ain't even had a pull on a joint and only been drunk once, once and never again.

Absinthe and yagamister. Woke up on hospital a week later from alcohol poisoning so ye, never again. I didn't even smoke, cause when I did have a single puff I gagged and hard too – had the worst gag reflex like, ever.

How did I get the number for the drugs I hear you ask, ye I still had friends from the old days which doubled up as contacts but I didn't want to go threw them, I hadn't even planned this thing.

There were marker and spray painted signs absolutely every where in my neighbourhood.

Lad

sucks

dick.

With a contact number at the bottom, ye I know I know how it sounds.

Sounds pretty gay and gross and just plain and simply wrong but naturally it was in code cause it had to be.

I mean come on graffiti was one thing and drug dealing is another they had to do it in code.

I grabbed for my phone snatched it off the side dialled the number. I had it written on the back of my hand.