Friday: One thing I learned when my parents came back from Spain yesterday, I could so live on my own, no one to buy me crap food that I feel obliged/tempted to eat and put on obscene amounts of weight, no one to give me back a cold I had a week ago and no one to wake me up just by turning on the fucking television. I got spoiled the last couple of weekends so I knew this was going to be shit. Met Chris and Zak in the Tap then left to go to the bastard Manor. The music wasnt as bad as the last time I was there but it was still pretty shit. Saw the local Hardcore kids 2 stepping to Slayer (thats right, Medway has a Hardcore scene all of a sudden, they only really like the Trustkill bands but some of them are starting to learn). Got well bored to fucking tears before eleven so I told them I was going to get something to eat at the kebab (which I really needed as Ive gotten used to not eating much after my parents went to Spain) and Id meet them in the Tap. So I got some chips and went in the Tap, good was that fucking boring. Some cute girl with dreadlocks came up to me Excuse me me hoping shed say something like I know you from somewhere, Ive seen you on Myspace do you know where I can get some drugs first time someone had asked me that in a long time, well Ive been told that it looks like Im rushing on sped when I look pissed off and chew gum. The rest of them finally came out of Manor and we walked around the Tap for a while. Finally spoke to this girl whose mate fancied me yeeeeeaars ago but nothing ever happened, while she was talking to Chris about the music on the top floor this isnt really Heavy Metal is it? me No not much of a conversation I know but Im lonely and pathetic so any attention I get from females counts to me. Couldnt take anymore so I left before one am to sew a couple of buttons that had come of my trousers during the night.
Not much I know so heres something I found out about your friend and mine, Bill the heroin addict. On a local message board some people where exchanging stories about Bill and I posted a story I heard that the bouncers on the door of the Tap once paid him 5 just so one of them could punch him in the stomach. One person said it was probably to impress a fifteen year old girl and another person said if that was true wouldnt that bouncer have got sacked, then the bouncer in question posted this on the message board:
It was actually a tenner.
And yeah it was to impress a 15 year old girl, I just cant get enough of them. Guys hold on to your sisters.
Didnt get the sack either... wasnt assault, but before you lot get all "your an asshole for doing that" I bet Ive given him more money to throw in that kebab shop fruit machine than all of you put together, Ive helped him out of awkward situations saving him having his head kicked in...
Anyway as the story goes... He did used to go out an be normal apparently, he got hooked on heroin, went out with a prostitute who died from something or other, he got off the heroin and onto the crack because in his own words "Its better for ya, it wakes you up".
He has to take medication to calm his violent outbreaks apparently so he cant drink alcohol, he lives with his mother and his brother somewhere which I wont post on here.
Source: http://fipzie.proboards35.com/index.cgi?board=FCMB&action=display&thread=1141748887&page=2
Not much I know so heres something I found out about your friend and mine, Bill the heroin addict. On a local message board some people where exchanging stories about Bill and I posted a story I heard that the bouncers on the door of the Tap once paid him 5 just so one of them could punch him in the stomach. One person said it was probably to impress a fifteen year old girl and another person said if that was true wouldnt that bouncer have got sacked, then the bouncer in question posted this on the message board:
It was actually a tenner.
And yeah it was to impress a 15 year old girl, I just cant get enough of them. Guys hold on to your sisters.
Didnt get the sack either... wasnt assault, but before you lot get all "your an asshole for doing that" I bet Ive given him more money to throw in that kebab shop fruit machine than all of you put together, Ive helped him out of awkward situations saving him having his head kicked in...
Anyway as the story goes... He did used to go out an be normal apparently, he got hooked on heroin, went out with a prostitute who died from something or other, he got off the heroin and onto the crack because in his own words "Its better for ya, it wakes you up".
He has to take medication to calm his violent outbreaks apparently so he cant drink alcohol, he lives with his mother and his brother somewhere which I wont post on here.
Source: http://fipzie.proboards35.com/index.cgi?board=FCMB&action=display&thread=1141748887&page=2