Feel u there pal...had a so called mate who only ever dealt in weed. Had a massive sudden tragedy in my life and all of a sudden he's got hold of some fire cola. I'm at home grieving for a dead missus and sat in an empty house on a Fri night so a few lines seemed like something a bit different to take my mind off things...next thing u know he goes down the same path as every other aspiring Benny Blanco.

Like a dickhead I lent him bits of cash here and there cos of every fucking sob story under the sun. Slowly but surely over 18 months or so he owed me enough wedge for an Oz of top top shelf cola. Luckiky I woke the fuck up, smelt the coffee and cut him out of my life completely. Looking back cutting him out of my life would've been cheap at twice the price if he had continued to drag me into his bullshit. Last I heard he's been run out of his estate and is hitting the pipe. Told him truthfully from the start that the life insurance refused to pay out but either he didn't believe me or just saw me as an easy target being the soft arse I am.

Ironically, I was never even mad keen on coke, always been a raver so pills and green were my faves. Problem niw is pills don't really hit the spot when ur a yayo abuser. Only yayo hits the spot until u can't shove any more up your nose. Promised myself never to hit the pipe or IV it cos I know I'd love it too much.