Arsenal 4-4 Tottenham Hotspur

Well, stoned enough to get over the disappointment of the result and pissed enough to have spent the night shouting at the telly in the pub. Only vague memories of the match even though I watched the highlights when I got in. Do know it was great fun and a textbook evening in terms of the overall aim. Not too damaging on the accounts or the stock either. Mixing and matching seems to be working. I have a well stocked fridge and the magic tin is far from empty.
So, I am getting close to the lifestyle of my younger days. The football helped last night, I spent many hours of stupefaction due to a certain result in days gone by. Memorably (sort of), having watched Arsenal complete the double in '98, I came to my senses at a barbecue two days later with nobody I knew or have ever seen since I excused myself and left. Quality celebration.
Of course, losing creates the same excuse for a binge and losing the cup final to Liverpool had more or less the same effect in '00 or '01 (can't remember and I'm still too hungover to check). I got through a LOT of coke that night and was skint for weeks. Slightly less enjoyable but all within the spirit of the age.
The result can be a spur but the contest itself is enough to spark a bout of boozing. I have forgotten every detail of the time England went to Munich and beat Germany 5-1, because I had gone to an Irish pub with a mate to watch his lot beat Holland an couple of hours before our game. I missed the two goal turnaround of Man U's champions league victory because I'd gone to do a fat line before extra time started. This list is long and I won't go further but the point is sport in pubs is a great thing for a boozer.
Not, I suppose, that I have ever needed much encouragement...

Trust no-one!

Another fine display of boozing at the darts match (we'll gloss over the performance ) followed by a spliff-fuelled TW09 sesh til 5:30am. Tuesdays are wrapped up now. Sorted. Just one problem, cash is draining away and still reliant on my bruv to fetch the gear. The cash SHOULD last but there are all sorts of 'extra' drinking obligations cropping up. For example, the Arsenal v Tottenham game is tonight and that'll be a score at least. I am unable to refuse this sort of opportunity when there is cash in the bin, even knowing there are boozy commitments already pencilled in. It is the rules of the game. And I do love a swig or two.
On the other matter, reliance on other people can be dodgy. As you may have read, little bruv has already taken advantage of my need of him to make sure he stays spliffed til the next dole cheque. Not that I'm out of pocket or gear. Maybe it has even stretched the life of the purchase. Latest development is of some concern though. Having layed out a twenty I recieved a tenbag that had been opened and the explanation that yours 'fell out my shoe on the way back' so I was given his own with the promise to make it up next friday. Hmmmmm. Course,
I had to let him have a couple of joints too...
This brings me to the dealers. You need to have access yourself, not 'get me some when you pick up?'. This is riddled with uncertainy, and you can't argue with a word like 'riddled'. So, you need your own. In fact, you need two. There are plenty of dry spells and a back up is needed, but the point is you go and buy your own gear. Not as easy as it sounds as stoned people can be paranoid. I'm not myself but someone is telling people I am, and if I find them...
Ahem, sorry.
Anyway, if you get on good terms with your guy, and use him regularly, your deals will get better and so will the quality. There have been plenty of times when picking up for a mate at the same time, I've bought a bigger quantity to get a better deal and not passed on the saving. This is standard practice and no-one technically loses out. It all means I need to sort out my own and stop relying on my brother.
You see, with drugs, don't trust relatives, friends, business associates. NEVER girlfriends. They are in the perfect position to take advantage. I've lost count of the time someone who really shouldn't has given me the old 'the wrap was loose, it's come out in my pocket' when dispensing the odd line. Or my personal favourite 'sorry, I dropped it in a piss puddle by the bog'. Thing is though, with the Gianluca, it's so bloody expensive that people will. Weed and hash is not about money it's about staying high. Skunk is a bit more costly so it can be both reasons. So, watch your friends, spy on your brothers and follow you lover. And life will be just great!
Anyway, things to do before I can head off to the pub before the derby game.

Post Match Debrief

A very successful weekend. The delays in getting the gear and cash meant everything coincided and added up to the most mangled I've been for an entire weekend since... well, I can't remember.
There are things I'm going to need if this enterprise is to be as fruitful every weekend, though. I'm going to need gear from a more reliable source for one thing, and I'm going to need a partner in crime. I think I may be babysitting next saturday so I definately need some spliff. And cans. Then I can just play online golf all night. So, that will mean I shall have to make the most of darts night and try to get out friday, which I almost never do lately. It used to be the pinnacle of the week for me. Got paid, picked up, got in the pub straight from work and never looked back til sunday evening. This is obviously never going to happen once a child is on the scene.
This is a sticking point in the plan of eternal inebriation. I have no desire to be out of it when my daughter is relying on me. So where does she fit in to the lifestyle? Simple answer is she doesn't so two lifestyles have to be maintained, a sensible parenting attitude needs to be married with an irresponsible reckless one. This is something that will be severly put to the test during the experiment. So far it hasn't been a problem as there are two parents under the same roof and care has been shared but I don't know how long that is to continue. It has to be said I would rather curtail my stupor than let my daughter down. So if it comes to it this attempt at recapturing a lost youth is doomed, but for a reason I would cheerfully accept. For now though, while the care is shared, I will continue in my mission and see where it all takes us.

Vague Rememberings

Jesus! That's good gear. Or am I just low on tolerance? Never mind, for once I had plenty of cash, enough gear for the weekend and Fuck upon Fucks! Not only was I required as a guinea pig for someone unsure of a new coke dealer, I got my Sash cash!! Now, obviously this is where this project falls down as the very thing I'm attempting to catalogue is a misty haze so it won't make much sense. The important things to know is:
1/ I got wankered
2/ I stayed wankered
3/ I have the means to get wankered again
I now intend to get slowly fucked in front of the telly and just maybe the events of saturday night may start to organize themselves into some order or other. Right now, I'm happy with the blur...
Boom Shanka :)

Proper Mangled

Beer, spliff, played darts, charlie, blond girl with nursey uniform, watched footy in pub, too much walking. Maybe more will come back later.

and... RELAX!

Finally the spliffs turned up and top skunk it turned out to be. One doodie did me all night, which means that tenbag will last all weekend. And the money cleared for the month so there is plenty of that for the weekend, too. So decisions have to be made. I will report on the success of the venture when I've forgotten it all :D

The Buddy System

In the meantime, a quick word on the buddy system. It is apparent simply by scanning this blog that it is almost impossible to get through a hedonistic life without obstacles. Unless you are 'of independant means'. So as I've already shared, it is vital to have people on your side. And as has become apparent, blood is not thicker than THC and my drinking partner is conspicuous by his absence. The buddy takes the slack of times between, in the knowledge that you're skint because you were having to sub him last week. A friend of mine in Walthamstow and I managed to go several months high as kestrels while neither of us had regular work. When a cheque turned up supplies were bought, friends weighed out and profits were shared. It's all a little Arthur Daley but needs must. The partnership has to be strong as the cheques can be erratic and unevenly spread but the profits have to be equal. It is a case of trust and not counting too much. Girlfriends tend to upset this balance but you can work round that. A workmate buddy is the dream system. You are both working and in constant contact. This works very well for doobies but not so good for drinking.
Drinking is an all together harder discipline. You can't buy and sell legal substances with such ease. So in these situations drinking must take a back seat, but with a good mate you can always rely on a good weekend however lowly the pockets are. You are always willing to return the favour. I always tend to gravitate towards the more alcoholic workmates because top drinkers tend to prefer company, as this stops them feeling like tramps. Having mentioned tramp avoidance, I have spent plenty of time standing on street corners, hanging round in bookies' and sitting under bridges cos my drinking buddy is a bit TOO soaky and Tenants Super cans are produced at the most inappropriate times. But a buddy must be indulged. I never said this would be glamourous....
Trouble is, for the purposes of the grand plan, the buddy system isn't around. This is mainly because it is hard to maintain while in a relationship and I am still entangled in mine for the time being. Also, having left London for Essex recently the network has failed.
This is going to have to fixed quick sharp.