OK NOW I'm still not entirely finished moving out of my old place. Scraps of this and that lie all over the kitchen floor. The painter's probably coming in there today. Then I get a call from my Worker at the druggie place "the council say you've not been paying the weekly service charge where you live". That's because the council still think I live 2 houses away and have yet to give me any paperwork so I CAN pay even the last one (but I can't). On their computer I do not exist (except, oddly, for council tax purposes.) So I vented my fury at the poor druggie worker who said she'll ring back in the afternoon.No I don't know why I took to jacking up drugs in a phone box. Maybe a childish part of me thought it might remind me of certain "old days" (when I was "young") and constantly "using" in bushes, public toilets (I once overdosed, woke up with my knuckles in pools of piss and the attendant yelling "we close now! Closing!!") One time me and a "mate" even found ourselves using on the far top landing of a block of flats with a screaming argument going on inside. Any moment the door could have flown open and fury been unleashed and this particular person seemed to take an age to complete the process, what with the fresh air blowing round the lighter flame and all... Then the drugs were in us and suddenly we couldn't care who might have seen. This is the same person I found myself standing a few nervous paces away from as he banged up by some rubbish bins under another flat. The poor woman who discovered him ~ right in the classic pose, needle poised at arm, went white in the face and, flustered started apologizing herself for being there and he said "that's all right" as if "well I'll let you off this once"...
No other news I have to fly...
PS I'm not sure quite where that big building is, could be New Mexico as far as I'm concerned, but it does look like where my local council's suing department might be housed...
Remembering the days of jacking up in a phone box, on staircases, public toilets (they now have blue lights!!!) and behind bushes well. Hey I just realised, I remember those incidents better than I remember my father and mother.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the council ... I usually have similar fun with authorities.
K xx
Blue lights! Never stopped me getting a vein!!
ReplyDeleteThanks for responding, as I said you really do remind me of someone I used to know...(! ooer!!!)
Man. I couldn't imagine. Sigh. Sad.
ReplyDeleteI never got a vein in the end anyway, Gled ... so it didn't matter to me either ;) K xx
ReplyDeleteGonna change my profile pic and see if I still remind u of somebody LOL
Are you aware you make it sound as though you think it glamorous rather than sordid Gleds? I really feel for you because the drugs have such a hold on you that you don't see it for what it is. How I wish there was something I could do to get you clean. :(
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like a rough time to be doing drugs in bushes, toilets, etc. I hope that things get resolved with the council. Doesn't sound like much fun.
ReplyDeleteTypical - making sure they have a record of you for council tax and nothing else! Take care, Gleds.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't agree more with Akelamalu, it's not a glamorous thing to be busted with a needle in your arm in some compromising place. Fwoooaaar!
ReplyDeleteAt least your drug working is helping with the council thing anyway.
Councils..pfft! Petty bureaucracy in it's prime, from the sound of it. That's pretty typical, what you're going through with them, Gleds. It's the same whatever country you live in.
ReplyDeleteAs for the drugs...I just don't think I'll comment.
Your council sounds a bit retarded. Councils often have this unfortunately...
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