12 th. February.

12 February 2007
Had a sleep in till 2p.m. went into Redcar for lens but they wouldn’t release them until I’ve had an eye test, so booked in for tomorrow at three.
Bumped into baccy supplier , he was sat with a suitcase full of baccy bricking it!
so I brought him home, had a pint in club and decided to get some vodka and iron brew, called into neighbours and gave him some baccy.
He later arrived at my place with half an ounce of gear, I tried some and disappointed him by refusing to buy any.
I eventually got rid of him after a couple of more vodkas,
I basically had to bundle him out of the door; never again.
Poor night’s viewing so had an early night.
I let the guy ramble and he came out with some pure bullshit, wanting to get hold of a truck, a portable stage, generator etc and go round the festivals, he talks as if he had money when I know for a fact he hasn’t two pennies to rub together;
in truth he does have some loose change but he uses that for weighing out his deals.
He bought half an ounce for forty quid and was upset when I pointed out that when he sells it he will be five pound short, i.e. two eighths at 10 and a quarter at 15 will only bring him in 35!.
He was obviously lying about how much he’d paid and was banking on me buying a quarter.
He tries to set himself up as a middle man thus keeping me out of contact with the dealer,
I felt good saying no, and will continue to do so until I get something which has obvious power; no more buying rubbish.