The local psycho joins us for a smoke
Every town has one, a well known psychopath that you avoid at all costs. Since I live in the arsehole of the North East this psychopath is well and truely mental. He's been banned from all but one part of the town but when he does venture in we always bump into him.

The most memorable of these encounters came at about half 10 one night, we were sitting in our drug den getting very, very high. We heard someone jump over the fence only a few metres away and one or two people scarpered. I was far too high to get up and run so I just sat there hoping it would be a friend face. It wasn't, it was the psycho. He said hello, sat down and skinned up. After about half an hour of mindless chit chat he decided he was going to the chip shop which just happened to be on the route home of me and a few other mates. As we walked he tried to convince us to go to the chippy for him because 'They wont serve him'. We refused as we really didn't want to get roped into doing stuff for him. He insisted and was getting more agitated. I was ready to run as he has a history of slashing people with pointy objects. He must've been quite high himself because he said "Fine but next time you want a favour off me i'll not do it" and flounced off in a strop.

We saw him a few days later, on the run from the Police for battering some poor sod later that night. I wonder if he refused to go in the chippy aswell?
(Peter Sutcliffe's Right Bollock, Wed 21 Dec 2005, 11:25, Reply)