Scoring Drugs
One of the strangest things since moving back is trying to score some weed.
Its been about 4 years since I moved back here, and in that time I’ve been living with weed quite literally on my doorstep, if not being sold in my lounge, so trying to score has really been quite easy.
Even before my most recent domestic living situation made this a piece of piss, my dealers house was only ever a 10min walk from home, and then 5 minutes after I moved and found myself even closer. Not just smoke, but a whole selection of go faster fizzy-good-make-feel-nice type powers and pills were on offer. All you had to do was ring him up (or just turn up, and let yourself in) and sometimes be forced to accept a can of beer, or a coffee. These were happy and easy times.
Except, now that I’m back home, I’m back to playing that ridiculous “standing on the street corner, waiting for the dealer for months”-game, again.