cocaine
Brixton memory §2.
The dealer lives in the room next door. He gets in at five and plays house music until eight. On a Tuesday morning. The dealer doesn't pay rent but the house belongs to him. He keeps cocaine in the fridge. He bounces bags the size of tennis balls off the walls. The dealer has screaming rows with his girlfriend several times an hour. He's vulnerable and insecure and a low-level bully.
One night Sedley takes me round the corner for an Indian. When I get back the dealer's gone. They'd been watching him for weeks. They'd have broken the door down if it wasn't for the fact someone answered the knock. They handcuffed the tenants and raided his room. The room next door to mine.
A year or so later I see the dealer on the tube. He's wearing a suit and reading the Financial Times. He doesn't notice me.
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I never lasted too long in my Brixton residencies. Many friends have lived here for years. I got dealers and drunks and when I lived in Trinity Square the last Brixton riot took place round the corner. I'm fond of Brixton. It's got a lot going for it. Just never seemed to quite work out for me.
The dealer lives in the room next door. He gets in at five and plays house music until eight. On a Tuesday morning. The dealer doesn't pay rent but the house belongs to him. He keeps cocaine in the fridge. He bounces bags the size of tennis balls off the walls. The dealer has screaming rows with his girlfriend several times an hour. He's vulnerable and insecure and a low-level bully.
One night Sedley takes me round the corner for an Indian. When I get back the dealer's gone. They'd been watching him for weeks. They'd have broken the door down if it wasn't for the fact someone answered the knock. They handcuffed the tenants and raided his room. The room next door to mine.
A year or so later I see the dealer on the tube. He's wearing a suit and reading the Financial Times. He doesn't notice me.
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I never lasted too long in my Brixton residencies. Many friends have lived here for years. I got dealers and drunks and when I lived in Trinity Square the last Brixton riot took place round the corner. I'm fond of Brixton. It's got a lot going for it. Just never seemed to quite work out for me.
posted by maldoror at 12:13 a. m.
2 Comments:
There's another story in there about Eberneezer, Cosmic Girl and Mr Deejay all living in the house of Insomniacs, but at the end of the day - as my brother used to say - I'm too tired to write it.
Chairman of the Board.
Know the feeling.
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