I need to vent....

[Maxy]

This is relevant due to the drug issues you people are talking about. Anyways a long time ago now me, Barry and a couple of my mates went to an RAF base somewhere outside London. My mate Barry was AWOL from the Paras at the time and had been staying at my house. We got a call that the old bill were on there way to mine, having just been to Danny's looking for Barry. Anyway, Barry scarpered out the back just before they arrived and they came to my door giving me all this shit about harboring a wanted man, and about how I was gonna end up in Colchester Army prison. I was a nonchalant cunt back then and gave 'em a shit load of verbal. They left with fuck all but their presence was obvious for the next couple of days, so we decided to a do a runner.

We only had a bit of money and decided to head to an RAF base cos Barry reckoned he could get in, get us in and get pissed up using his NAAFI card. So halfway through the night we are all getting lairy when Barry decides to show off his 3 Para tattoo to one of the girls there. She tells her mate and suddenly we start getting a shit load of abuse from these RAF cunts who think they're hard men. I was pissed up by now and decided to fuck shit up, so without really thinking about the consequences I got my half full pint glass and slung it up in the air, over my shoulder, towards the table of RAF wankers sitting behind me. Fuck me did it kick off, haha. There was a mass brawl, everyone got a good kicking on both sides and considering there were only 4 of us we did pretty damn good. However, it all went sour and Barry got found out for who he was when they phoned his barracks in Aldershot to report the incident.

Me and the other two were released but they held onto Barry, eventually took him back to his barracks and he was fucking beasted by the guards down there. 6 or so months past and when he came out on leave he was a changed man. He'd started getting into drugs, just weed and powder, albeit infrequently, but all the same he was moving quickly onto the next high. He didn't bother reporting back, went AWOL again but instead of staying at mine or with one of the other of us he stayed with some whore druggy slut who really took his habit to the next level. He started injecting smack and before long it really took hold of him. Within, what 3 months, couldn't have been much more, he was a skinny bedraggled looking cunt who'd steal of anyone just to get a fix. Barry was always a top bloke, really good laugh, always up for a beer and a fight, just the things we used to do. Now though, he was a druggy cunt. One night he stabbed some bloke in the shoulder and nicked his phone, his wallet and his car keys. He was soon caught, was sentenced to 12 months, was out after 6 or 7 but continued to spiral out of control. He died from a massive overdose of that smack shit in 2001.

It always bugs me that if I hadn't thrown that pint glass, he wouldn't have got found out and that shit might never have happened. Sorry Baz, R.I.P mate.