we were trying to get hold of some massive drugs
At 3am one Saturday. I was in a living room with a group of people; half of whom I knew and half of whom I’d never met before in my life. The massive drugs dealer in question was understandably quite reluctant to travel all the way over to the other side of London at such an hour and the deal didn't look likely. I suggested we play on his heart strings a little bit and tell him that one of our group's mum had just died and we'd dragged him out for the night to try to cheer him up. How was I to know that one of the people I didn't know's mother had indeed died 2 weeks earlier from cancer? Pin drop, eyes like daggers, all of that shit. Yeah.
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Mon 20 Aug 2012, 11:45, Reply)