true story

there was an illegal rave, on a beach in the westcountry called steart beach, every so often travellers would come down, set up their tents and sound equipment and we would stay for the weekend, and get on it, (not tolerating drug use , but we did live in a place with little to do and i dont do it anymore so nuh), anyway, me and my freind Ryan, was hitchiking to the beach (you were bound to get picked up, cos of the amount of traffic on their way to the beach), we were there about 5 minutes when a volkswagon campervan slowly pulled up to us, and the bearded, smelly driver said ” eh up kidders you goin to the rave?” , we kindof shuffled our feet, looked at the floor and nodded, and hesitently got in the van. the van was full as it was, and we had to hunch up , which was disgusting cos my face was, basically, in this trampy guys armpit who probably hadnt had a shower his whole life. still a decent guy despite his hygeine though. i have to add, at this time , it was the summer holidays, i was 17 and, there was hardly 1 day in the 6 weeks where i hadnt taken some sort of mind altering substance.
The traveller in the passenger seat, reached into the glove box, and pulled out a big bag of amphetimine, or speed, and offered some to us in the back, well we could hardly refuse could we?.. well we could ,but the rave would of been shit, so we took a little bit each, and the guy , shuffled the bag, like someone offering you a crisp would do, if u only took one, and they wanted you to have one more, but instead of crisps , it was class A drugs . we probably took far too much cos for the next 3 days we didnt sleep at all, (this story gets far more interesting , but it seems ive ran out of space, so im gonna type the next bit………..in a bit!) ps i want that 50 quid so im gonna try my hardest to get it .