The drug dealer who lived opposite
got stabbed one weekend, and was away for a couple of days in hospital.

When he came back from hospital, he was very upset because someone had broken into his flat (naturally, since he made no secret of the fact he had drugs and money in there). He came out into the street around midnight, and started shouting as loud as he could that he was going to find out who had robbed his stuff and then he was going to murder them.

Someone called the police. As soon as they pulled into the road, he went back into his flat and refused to come out, so they drove off.

Then he came out of his flat and started shouting again about how he was going to find out which of us fuckers had called the police on him, then he was going to murder us.

Police came back. As soon as they pulled into the road, he went back into his flat and refused to come out, so they talked to him through the door a bit and then drove off.

Then he came out of his flat and started shouting again about how he was going to kill us all. How no one could mess with him. He was a cold blooded killer and we were like slugs to him. People thought they could steal his stuff and call the police on him. He didn't care about any of us. One day we'd see, except we wouldn't because he'd probably have killed us before then.

Police came back. As soon as they pulled into the road, he went back into his flat...

At this point I just put my headphones on with some soothing music on repeat and went to sleep in the kitchen at the other side of the building.

I love living in London. It's so exciting.
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Fri 10 Jul 2015, 10:03, 4 replies)

I dare you to knock on his door and call him a ponce.

(eViLegion Chief Commissioner of the Scottish Lunacy Board, Fri 10 Jul 2015, 10:17, closed)

I was more worried about his mate
who seemed genuinely psychotic. Middle aged scrawny white bloke who used to turn up now and then. I once saw him explaining to a bemused Somalian shopkeeper where you should stab a man to make sure he can't fight back.

I just paid for my beer as quickly as I could and left.
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Fri 10 Jul 2015, 10:27, closed)

Maybe if you had tried harder at school you wouldn't have to live on a sink estate.

(Baggenfrock get fucked, Fri 10 Jul 2015, 12:42, closed)

I did very well at school thanks
but I have lived in fairly shitty places because, you know, it's London.
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Fri 10 Jul 2015, 12:49, closed)