Desperate TimesStranded in a hotel in an African war zone with no internet access for two weeks, I was forced to resort to desperate measures. Possessing only my passport and the clothes I stood up in; and the warning "You can catch it shaking hands with a vicar out there" ringing in my ears, I had to draw my own porn in order to preserve my sanity.
Alas, it all came out looking like Coronation Street's Audrey Roberts, but, as they say, any port in a storm.
What have you done in times of great desperation?
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 10:10)
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evil weed..At 17, just moved out of home, sitting in my ragga flat, high as a kite, gagging for a cigarette but no chance of any money to by some unti my smack addicted prostitute housemate came home and paid me my nightly wage of £50 for babysitting her little boy. Managed to scrape together enough tobbacco from the ashtrays for a tiny tiny cigarette. But no rizlas and not even 17p in the house to buy any. I made my own by sellotaping a piece of paper ripped from a magazine (Forum, as I recall) into a tube. Harsh as fuck. And yet still way better than nothing. Oddly didn't ever got to any such desperate measures to accomodate the smack and crack habits I developed within about four weeks of living there. Ah, happy days!
(, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 17:55, 2 replies)
ResourcefulnessNothing but nothing drives one to creative desperate measures like wanting a fag - i've never heard of smackheads harvesting building site poppies in a vain attempt to eke somekinda buzz outta them but when you need a fag, its all too easy to slip into A-Team mode and attempt some kind of pathetic "improvisation".
(, Fri 16 Nov 2007, 9:42, closed)
I wish people would stop saying "happy days"......it's as if they think that living like a sewer rat was good.
(, Fri 16 Nov 2007, 15:55, closed)
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