No Heroin But Italian Food

TWO NIGHTS AGO I WROTE out a lovely little post, all tiny and succinct about how I was quitting gear "just for today" ~ and the £20 in my pocket's going to my bank account not the dealer...

Only for all this to be scuppered by my waking up feeling slightly chilly which caused me to run screaming (metaphorically!!) up the road to "the flats" where £20 was exchanged for a lump of what looked like mud but was powerful enough to knock me out. Then, not having slept properly for days I slept on and on and on and woke up feeling so mightily depressed I decided to post more about my rising Italian food obsession than on how bad I felt. I am fed up of my own voice, whining...

Last night I wrote out no posts, but have reminded myself WHY I want NOT to use the heroin. And so, despite having £35 left ~ £30 still in the bank, the change from £5 on me. I only withdrew the minimum over the counter today. I am NOT spending on drugs. But there's a supermarket trolley round the corner with my name on it and I need a list of cheap things: thin bleach, sugar, Dolmio, gnocchi. I hope I can get all those for £4.40...? Well let's see. Anyway I must go: those gnocchi are calling my name!

PS: Wherever I go, I always crave Coca-Cola!

PPS: Can anyone guess where they all originate from? Especially the really mysterious writing on the bottle? Clickonit to make the image larger...