Half the guys on coke, I could sell a bag of snow and they wouldn’t know the difference…
On a cold wednesday night tho, I don’t get it, done enough in my past not now though, last time I did it I couldn’t put anymore up my nose but felt the same yet my mate was rolling round the floor chatting shit I thought **** this, waste of time
and now they’re making a film called marching powder, that’ll breed a whole new lot of stone island wannabes