On holiday I was 13 and stood outside a shop asking adults if they'd buy me cigarettes if I give them the money. Eventually 3 builders in a big transit van came along and initially took the money and went in the shop, then came back out and said forget that, we have 50gram pouches (a lot) for 5 euros (cheap), just hop in, our place is round the corner.

I got in their van, i was an idiot at that age. I felt like I couldn't say no. When we got to their place it was just fucked up holiday homes which looked like they were constructed of scrap wood. In the end they didn't do anything, I just stood by the front door and they brought it to me.

So in a way it's my best and worst. Best because I got the best deal ever on tobacco, worst because well, I could've been kidnapped.