13 December 2006

I went into a shop, opening my wallet to pay for lollies or ciggies or something, and then a bag of powder, and a bag of pills spilled out of my wallet and onto the counter. I looked at the shopkeeper, with impending doom because I knew there was no way to cover it up, we locked eyes, I slowly put my hand over everything and grabbed them back. He didn’t call the cops but I was standing there feeling sheepish and this guy who saw it all, one of the other customers, came up beside me and started talking to him and tapping me as if to say ‘here’s the money, gimme some’. And the shopkeeper said “you won’t do that here. You’re not in the allocated room” meaning there was a room upstairs for buying/selling. I was with T, and trying to get to D, but D had gone up to the uni or something without me because we’d got separated in a crowd.