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' Hmm. Bus rides. What else? Well one of the more remarkable ones i had recently was with the drug addict guy who used to trawl the World's End with the big scab on the back of his neck. me and him were sat on the back seat doing bumps of coke on the way to buy some heroin in camden. we scored and that's when he tried to convince me to come back to his house to shoot up. i was such a druggy at the time that i actually considered sharing his needle just after he's shot up the heroin which he'd, five minutes earlier, shat out on the floor of his kitchen in two blue packets. the shitting part of it made me chicken out on the needle so i went home to smoke it instead. Two weeks later i was back in camden trying to score and one of his friends said Scabneck had left town. he went on to say that everyone was happy about that because he'd been diagnosed with HIV and his big thing was getting other people infected with this needle he always carried around with him. Lucky escape eh? Phew. Just say no, etc etc... '

I stole it from Vice, i hope they sue me.