sack wallet!

Remember that job I had as a chugger a few weeks ago? Well, I came out with a load of phone numbers and good intentions which I never really followed through on. I didn’t call anyone or hang out with any of them bar the Urchin but thats only because he lives beside me. Anyway, loads of people have my number too and I’ve just had a very odd conversation with one of them.

There was this kid, I called him the Rockstar-17 and far too cool. Always talking about drugs and always sounding really really stoned, typical 17 year old I guess. I’ve had no contact whatsoever with this guy since I got fired but he called me up today out of the blue to ask if I wanted to hang out, “y’know man, any parties or anything going on?”

I am hanging like a hound dog so I said no in as nice a way possible and we went through the friendly motions, pleasantries  and other bullshit used to get someone off the line. Then, just as I was about to hang up he says “hey man, do you know where I could buy some ecstacy?”.

What an absolute tool