The Dealer Fae Tillydrone

You have ups and downs.
You hope its someone you get on with.
Lot of people. Been in and out.
Young lassies.
People coming up fae England, ken, to sell drugs.
Doon fae aberdeen.
Ken. Fae. Disnae.
The library, nobody alllowed to use it, nae fucking book to read.
Shouldnae.
Suicide watch. Watch.
Fae. Wouldnae. Disnae.
Doon.
I got 27 blues, a joint of grass, and a half gram of brown; I also got a half-tenth of white.
Dinnae ken.
"Theres a lassie doon the stair that's just come in and she's got stuff."
Didnae ken. Wouldnae.
It could be a half gram or it could be a fucking half ounce, ken?
I was buckled. I was buckled.
"Oh, you were having a party last night were you?"
Wouldnae.
I didnae ken.
Nae even exciting.
Much more depressed this time for some reason.
Wisnae gonna ask her for mair.
It didnae.
Oh aye definitely. Originated from cocaine.
Dinnae ken anybody.
Doon the shore. Feel more intense.
I didn't need the gear to come doon.
25 ounces buried somewhere...
Nae enough money put away. Villa in Spain or whatever.
Wouldnae.
Get by isnae worth it.
Doing this for ten years. Become a way of life.
Only option. Prostitution.
Nae getting the people who are taking it into the country and the people who are taking ounces and kilos up the road.
Back doon the road. New supply.
Nae.
Using aliases.
What company is gonna employ an ex-junkie who hasn't had a job in ten years?
"See the light"
Depends on your upbringing.