hmm.... shall i furnish you lot with the details of how my last week went... it involves botched drug deals,* quick thinking escapes from drug-busts,** and bitch slapping employees for having their fix before 10pm and leaving the house without anything to sell when the customers arrive***.... *kindof **nah not really... i went to the shop for beer ***funny as hell... the guy was thanking for being in the room.. otherwise he'd have got busted arms 3 more weeks to go.. (2 if the train people play ball)
thanking me for being in the room.... is what i meant to say mind you... they could've laid waste to him for all i care... fuckin heroin addicts
oh yeah.... i also visited my sweet little old granny and stole her cigarettes... and sometime in the near future i plan to visit my mummy and ask her what the fuck happened to my trust fund money.... i was 25 nearly 2 years ago and no fucking £10,000 cheque
