May 26th 2008

Last night, no the night before, i was sitting with Neil at reception when this english guy walks in and wants to check into his booked room. We click instantly and within 5 minutes I'm smelling his shoulder because I love the smell of leather, and within 40, were on my balcony smoking weed .. we were talking and talking, it was fun, we talked about heaps of stuff. Laughed, got higher, and one thing he was telling me about was his drug life back home.
Now don't get me wrong, drugs are somewhat personal at the same time as being completely not, but I KNOW when someone is exaggerating. First it was cool, you know, ok, tell me, yeah ok, but then (this was before we lit up) he waws telling me about how he's a bit scared to walk round here because the police dogs might sniff out the cocaine traces on his phone. I was like 'oh' then when we started smoking, he was coughing his lungs out.
Then he went on to tell me about his drug life even more.. incl: $40 per day on weed for himself, doing 'every drug under the sun' yes yes, i asked about heroin, but he says hes only smoked it. Again, don't get me wrong, England is obviously more drug orientated then almost anywhere else, but then tonight he says to Barney..
'How can you smoke Drum?! That stuffs so disgusting!'
tsk tsk tsk.