‘Caught out!' I sang to J**** as he came back into the room in the style of Usher.
'You're a Junkette, actor, set up to be friend me'
'What?'
'You're not the first'
I explained that I had come across 'Junkettes' before, how they had a natural immunity to intravenous drug use, unlike most strange junkies, I sensed no danger in their aura.
I promptly left and within 5 minutes bumped into N****. He never came to Upper Tulse Hill, so I knew this was set up for me.
'Hi' I said
'Hi, what you doing here'
'Just smoking some crack'
He changed direction and, with me, walked back to his house. Clearly only there to meet me otherwise he would have carried on.
We headed back to his flat and began out mantra-esq routine of banging up speed and doing tweaking actions.
Me writing my blog, making up spits, which is rap tunes and playing with my tarot cards. N**** playing on his phone, play station and house work (well not really house work, but things that needed to be done in the house).
It wasn't long until I was again accused of having a mystery man and kicked out again. N**** had given me an old Apple Mac for my birthday and had already taken it back the previous night I was kicked out, yet again he took it from me.
'I've got no phone, no iPad, nothing. Least let me take it to communicate with'
N**** ignored my pleas but didn't prevent me taking it.
I bought two cans of spirit and mixer from the offie and headed back to Brockwell Park.
'Hey!! Come and drink with us!!'
A gorgeous mixed race guy called out to me.
'Ummm, maybe in a bit. I just wanna have a drink first' I replied.
'Come on, we're getting a smoke and some pills'
'Serious, I ain't feeling it babes. Just let me have a drink first'
The georgous guy kept begging but I kept walking.
I headed to a shaded spot near a fenced off over grown section and sat down. I opened one of the drinks and began to sort through the Apple Mac laptop.
It wasn't long till Mr Georgous came over.
'Why won't you join us for a drink'
'I will in a bit. I'm just a bit stressed. Wanted to have a drink or two. Not feeling sociable'
'Come on babes. T***'s gone to get a smoke and some pills'
'Now a pill!! That is tempting. Can I buy one? Haven't had a decent pill in ages'
'Sure' then he called 'T***!' to a park bench looking guy passing complete with a can of Special Brew. The guy stopped and sauntered over.
'Hey can you get a pill for..' he looked at me 'I didn't get your name?'
'J****' I replied
'Urrrr I don't know about that mate'
'I'll pay' I added
'Come on mate' Mr Georgous chipped in.
'Yeah yeah, ok then' he then turned to me 'pass me that can, I've got some gear to smoke'
He pulled out a brown herb type plant. Similar to weed. Mr Georgous squashed the can and made some holes in it. In turn we all had a toke.
'Shit, that stinks!' I exclaimed
'Dead man's leg, it's known as' and it really did stink of dead rotting flesh. In the busy park I took a toke and suddenly my head was spinning.
It was a hallucinogenic and suddenlya face appeared on the tree in the distance. I felt dizzy and a little sick. I was glad I only had one small toke.
'Come over and chill with us' Mr G asked again.
'I have to go Boots but I'll be back in an hour. Will you still be here'
'Yeah, we'll come Boots with you'
'I have to go Colliers Wood. I'll meet you back here. I want a pill. Ain't had a decent one in years. You're definitely getting some right?'
'Sure' and upon saying that N**** suddenly appeared walking through the gate. I quickly hit up in my hand, keeping it in my bag. I struggled to get a clean hit and was annoyed. I no longer cared about hiding my habit. Injecting myself in a packed park mid afternoon in Mr G's presence. Again he was not phased, shame, another Junkette. Only wanting my attention as he'd been instructed to get it. Not because he found me attractive or anything.
N**** was still furious and he marched over at light speed upon seeing my male company. The argument followed, N**** shouting and snatching the laptop. Mr G. intervened and calmed him down.
'I've got light at mine and I'm getting some dark' and being the typical junkie I am it wasn't long until I left the park and went back to N****’s for a blaze.
'I'll see you later' I called to Mr G. who was reluctant to let me go.
We decided to walk to Tulse Hill and get some brown. This would remove the need for me to make the journey to Colliers Wood.
TBC
