Party Vibe

I dont know about anyone else who lives in dark cities, but does the criminality seem to be gettin way out of hand. I mean im just a surrey-bred (one of the lowest crime rates) who moved to bristol, but the shit i’ve seen and experienced is ludicrus. Back in dorking id been mugged a few times by the same group of people (who had knives), untill a concerned freind had the two blokes legs broken. no hassle since then. Ive been mugged in bristle once for my phone and got some bruised ribs for my trouble. Also two people have tried it on in newcastle but i sang at aload of chavs and they got freaked and ran (not befor i made em shake my hand) and another bloke i elbowed in the face. the first time since school ive hit anyone. To be fair i have massive hair and walk around like i know some secret (the secret of takin pleasure from everything ) plus im skinny and somehow everyone can tell where im from, so i am a likely target. still eight muggings attempted? im only twenty two.

from chillin in the dodgy bits of bristle ive seen some things that tell you there is organised crime and the police are involved. from the couple of smoke-easeez about that ive seen coppers come to take payment from, the hous e on city road that every week has eight coppers pull up in a van, two guard the entrance, they stay ten minuites, the leave and one has a bag. My mate lived next door and opposite, the whole time there was a man sellin crack out of coke cans onthe floor. once a bloke nearly ran over my mate outside a club, we weree all pissed and shouted at him, he got out the car and got a shotgun out of the boot and we legged it. i see that guy everywhere, talking to nearly every club, pub and cafe owner around. fuck knows.Most of the clubs the bouncers run the drugs buisness and dont even maintain any quality. i recon they just sell what they confiscate

Still, it wasnt getting to me untill about amonth ago. Me and my Girl are havin a spliff in the front room watchin blackadder, when there’s a knock on the door. ciff goes to answer, and this bloke comes in and goes “we’re here for the drugs boys”. we let a mate of ours stay round during the summer, he was in a bit of a mess but was also selling most things from the house. i told him to do his buisness down the road and not to give out our addtress, but never happened. So initially i just think its a wind up and strart saying no one here sells, when two more blokes came in behind him in balaclava, one with a twelve inch kitchen knife,. Basicly they’d been given information that there was a coke dealer in the house and they were convinced it was me. so my first mission was to convince them that i wasnt, and that we were skint, with out them torturing us (which they were talkin about). that worked, coz we had no needles on the decks and the tv was a bit fucked. so they got one to take my mate **** down the cashpiont at knife piont (they all had at least one blade) and emptied his and my girls account. The main guy was reletively intelligent, gave us our weed and our phones back, and i got on alevel with him. the cash piont guy was like a fortyfive year old aisian taxi driver or summat, big bags under his eyes, didnt speak. the third guy was mental , he had his knife out the whole time and kept going on about fucked up shit he’d do to us if we were lying or grassed him up. he was only barely controlled by the main guy. luckily noone was hurt, they left.

but **** totally freaked out, couldnt sleep , was throwin up and shit for weeks. my girlfriend was the same. i kind of expected it, after the summer and seeing stuuf in st pauls n easton, but iwas still paranoid. **** made us move house. id just been kicked out of uni and lost my job, so im now back in fucking surrey. bollocks. i just had to get all this shit off my chest, cheers for readin any comments or questions would be well handy to get my head in shape. this why i havent been on the site much…