A local shop is selling psychedelic opiates. A chilled out older hippy runs it along with another man. There is a very relaxed feeling in this newsagent of narcotics. I do not want to buy any drugs. A line of pills is £15. I give the man a tenner for two strips - slightly different looking pills. The drugs are promised to give me a chilled out time.
Back at a flat I share with another man - maybe Mark? I cannot find the pills in my pocket. There is some concerns over this, but I managed to find them again.
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