11 August 2012
WARNING: Swear words used. Not suitable for children. -----------
I picked up a habit and I can't shake it. Ten quid a pop and I can't pay for it. So I quick step off to the local shop, Hiding tins of Lynx under my top. Is that guy watching me?, oh shit, stop!. Just walk away pretend you are browsing Ah, shit there's three people now, suspicions are rising. Where the exit at?, it's just aisle after aisle of tat. 30 quid for a bottle of Glenmorangie?, shit, I should of twoc'ed that. Should I take it now, quick, while nobody's looking. But where do I put it, it won't fit under my hoodie. Mental note, I'll come back next time with a bag and a decent look out. Then quick step out of here and on to see that dodgy tout. He'll probably try to scam me, rip me off good and proper. The prices he pays are criminal, he should be reported to Crimestoppers. But I'll take whatever I get. I am desperate for the cash. To buy my next fix, the weed, some hash.
Pick Up. Aisle 3. • Opuss № I