" Alright mate, What's the gear situation ?"
" It's shite mate, we've done seven bags and we're still standing !"
" Urs texted me a few days ago, 'ours is lovely' it said"
" Hey Love ! What's Urs's gear like ?"
" It's shite !"
I'm not exactly sure what got into me, ten minutes of madness that only gear could quell, for it was all I could think about in that short space of time, however I wasn't about to ruin my nine weeks of being heroin free for a bag of shite.
I got lucky that time and for this I am truly grateful ! I need to be more prepared for this kind of episode because sooner or later there will be some decent gear in this town and a moment of weakness can demand such a high price. I've only just begun getting used to having spare cash in my pocket. My kitchen cupboards are overflowing with fresh fruit and vegetables, I'm not stressing over how much money is on the leccy metre, not all the bills are final demands. Shit, I'll be planning a bloody holiday next ! I can't believe I've spent the last eighteen years being completely and utterly skint but the worse thing about this is it's been completely self inflicted.
It's nearly ten weeks now and without a shadow of doubt I have far surpassed my highest hopes and expectations.
Maybe there is a life after heroin !