ok, so this was back in about 02 when i was a total fucking junkie, literally doing a good £100 a day. at this time i was in and out of jail like every other month or so. anyway at this time i was due in court for driving whilst disqualified on the monday coming, and this was back before they gave you methadone or subutex in jail so you were left to just rattle it hard. i didn't like the thought of that so for the week preceeding the court appearance i was going extra hard to get as much gear in the bank as poss to see me through it. somebody told me that this big marks and spencer superstore about 20 mile away had boxes of mobile phones out on the shelves in the store and were easy to get, so i took a drive over there on the tuesday. i blatantly filled a shopping cart with 20 of these phones, threw a few things on top and brazenly walked out the store. i had parked literally right outside the door and quickly chucked them in the motor and went. nobody come after me or fuck all, easy as shit. if i remember i think i got about £800 for the lot, so i invested in a half ounce of smack and still had enough to keep me going for most of the week without even touching the 1/2 oz.
on the saturday i bumped into my pal gary. he's a good pal since we were kids and we always had each others back and went robbing and shit all the time. gary was on his ass and was looking to earn. i told him about the score i'd had the other day and he started agging me to take him over there to get a load more. so off we went. i liked working with gary as he knew what the fuck he was doing and just got the job done, which is exactly how i liked to work. we get to the store and had a smoke in the car park before we went in. now i had split this half oz up into 12 separate wraps which i had sealed and kept on me ready for the monday. i had it all in a cigarette packet and kept it down my pants at all times. i also had a lighter in there and any gear i was using as well. so in the carpark i chucked a whole 20 bag on the foil which was about 1/2 gram in them days. i smoked about a 1/4 of that and then wrapped it up, put it in the cig box and shoved it down my pants again ready to get on.
so me and gaz goes into the store, we both took a hand basket and separately filled up the baskets with the phones, about 5 in each. we then shoved the baskets under a rack of clothes by the doors and took another basket each and did the same. we rendevous'd by the door and i told gary to hold up here, i'll go check we ain't got a welcome party waiting outside the doors. i go out and look around and it all looked cool. i dashed back in and gave gary the nod and we both picked up two baskets each and dashed out. we were'nt even 5 yards from the car when we had blokes coming from everywhere grabbing at us. i think we both managed to get halfway in the car and these guys wrestled us both out. there was literally fuck all we could do, we were caught.
but coz we'd put up such a struggle with them, they had us both on the floor sitting on us, like 3 or 4 guys, so we couldn't move, till the pigs came, which was pretty quick. the cops cuffed us at the back and we were put in the car and i had a pig sitting right next to me all the way to the pig station. now i'm thinking, fuck, i got this half oz down my pants, and what's more its all split into smaller wraps which would defo be intent to supply. and that makes the 2 or 3 grand theft we're getting nicked for look silly. and as a known heroin addict at that time i was always getting strip searched as soon as they got me to the station. but i can't do fuck all but pray.
so we get to the station, they book me in and put me in a cell. i can't believe my luck that they never stripped me. as soon as i'm in the cell i set about plugging all 12 wraps away. i still got the gear on the foil and the lighter, so now i'm safe i start having a toot, while i resign myself to the fact that i am definitely going to jail on monday now without a doubt. now in these days they would let you keep your cigarettes but not let you smoke in the cell, but they would let you out in the yard sometimes. so you had to be careful smoking in the cell in case they clocked the smoke. a little while later and gary had been taken for interview. when coming back he had wandered off ahead of the cop and opened the flap on my door. give us a cigarette he says, so i gave him one. i asked if he had a light and he said yes, so i explained i got my gear but my lighter was fucked. he said he'd ring the bell for the toilet in a bit and leave it hidden there for me to get.
so gary, like a div, goes off to his cell and locks himself in. he's in the cell next to me and i can clearly hear the pig come now to lock him up. i hear the cop open his flap and immediately he says 'are you smoking'. gary's hasn't even waited to light the cig i gave him and got busted. so the pig is now asking how did you light that, and i hear gary trying to bullshit him that he found a match on the floor, lol. the cop is like 'bollocks, either you or your pal has got a lighter'. with that a load of other cops come, my door opens and they take us both off for a strip. i thanked my lucky stars that i had plugged the 1/2 oz away already but of course they find the gear on the foil and the busted lighter. but that was fuck all really compared to what i'd just escaped.
anyway two days later and me and gaz are locked in the same cell in prison with half oz of gear, smoking ourselves silly for a week, and then we were so fucking sick, lol. but yeah, adventures in heroin addiction, its all good fun, haha. i dodged a good 5 to 7 years that day so fuck it, lol.
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