Coming Off Crack

There was a thing on the Stephen Nolan show this morning about the drugs problem in Ballymena. I don't know much about what it's like down there but it has a reputation for it.

I think drugs are a big problem because there's fuck all to do. We have a culture that encourages people to get wasted. If you want to stay sober for a night and do something that doesn't bore the shite out of you, you'd better have an XBox.

For me giving up crack was really hard, and it's something that I'm not sure I could do again.

Part of what made it possible was having Fabian Wildman looking out for me. Whatever kind of a dick he's turned into and even though we don't get on anymore I'll always be on his side for what he did then.

I've tried talking to Hot Baby Roy about how he gave up but he's caggy about it. He doesn't like talking about it, I suspect he bought a load of teen orientated romcoms and wanked and boked for a week.

All I do know is the mayor of Ballymena came across like a clueless dick, too busy fighting his own corner and not fighting against the problem.

I'm not going to tell people not to do drugs, but I'm not going to encourage them either. It's not pleasant having to feed a daemon who looks like Sammy Wilson.

Shoplifting in Belfast

I'm just back into the house now with my bag of goodies. I went in the city centre this morning to get a present for Fabian's leaving. I started by shoplifting a copy of Catcher in the Rye that I promised someone I'd read. I thought while I was doing it that it seemed like something a teenage rebel would do so I felt very cool about that.

I haven't started it yet but I've heard all sorts of stories about it making people want to assassinate famous people, like the dude who shot John Lennon. I watched a movie about him once (or started to) but it just seemed like this fat asshole walking about being a cock so I didn't watch the rest.

Then I had to get moving because I wanted to get a good present for Fabian. I'll be sad to see him go because he's been a good housemate, and we've both looked out for each other and had a lot of laughs. He has most stuff that he needs for the house so I decided to steal him a book on 20th Century Art, just so he'll know what all the arty peeps he's living with are talking about.

I think Fabian's wanting Hot Baby Roy to move in and though I like him fine I don't want to live with him because the place will just turn creepy and to be honest I've seen Battle Cat looking at him sometimes like he's going to pounce. Hot Baby Roy doesn't deserve that but Battle Cat's his own dog!

Finally I stole a couple of bottles of wine and Doritos (cool original flavour) and dip.

Tonight's gonna rock like a smoking hot screaming wild sweaty metal guitar solo!