‘Oh sorry, swed. Didnae realise A hud fuckin puffed it away.’

‘Yi never dae, ya wee cunt!’

A start settin another wan up in the book. Everycunt is banterin away, shoutin tae be heard up the line ae motors n over the 6X9s n the sub’s heavy vibrations. A’m sittin wae the tunes on n Art of Trance, ‘Madagascar’ (Ferry Corsten Remix) is reachin the good bit. A’m lookin oot intae the water, stoned n fascinated aboot nuhin, dreamin aboot burds n checkin oot the tidies in the next motor. The sun is doon behind the other side ae the loch n it’s lit the sky aw orange against royal blue. The long summer nights ir absolute quality. It’s the end ae July noo but n the end ae summer is in the air. It makes yi feel restless, like yir runnin oot ae time again like those summers years ago that passed us by.

‘Edge it, mate. There’s the fuckin screws!’

The polis motor rolls up tae the car park slow as fuck, crawlin along the Serengeti, lookin fur its prey. A’m flippin the joint rapid, lickin n stickin it then stashin it doon ma tracky bottoms, horizontal along the waist band. The polis motor rolls on, a silver n blue beast through the trees. A light ma joint n watch as the cherry crackles n the blue smoke gets sucked oot the windae, towards the orange sky n the clouds ae midges that huv showed up tae gatecrash the party.

The Nature of the Beast

There’s piles ae notes aw over the floor n pills n bits ae dope lyin everywhere. Danny n Kenzie ir sittin countin the money n tryin tae work oot wit stuff they’ve still git left. They’ve took another bar ae dope last weekend wae a week’s tick on it. The pills hud been an impulsive extra. McIntire hud pulled the bag oot, said he wis lookin tae git rid n they hud snapped his hand aff. So, as well as the soap bar, they’ve git three hundred swedgers tae try n move anaw. They got these fur a hundred n seventy-five. This isnae such a good deal, sayin Big Kenzie or Eck kin git them a hunner fur sixty fae this other guy, on two-week tick anaw.

Party drugs ir hard tae sell individually cos no cunt is takin them through the week n it’s a mad n sporadic sesh customer at the weekend. The hash sold itself. That’s cut intae quarters n sold fur fifteen or twenty dependin on who’s buyin, n the pills ir sold two quid a whip, aw the way. This meant they only huv tae sell fourteen twenty-pound quarters n they kin pay their normal tick. The remainin bits tae sell wid be profit fur their pocket, but yi never got it bang on n they always smoked some. The eld hash that used tae git imported wis much better quality. The outer skin ae the bar used tae be mega shiny n the dope inside wis a soft sandy colour. Mostly it’s shite noo n cunts only want green.