“I’ve just been round the house and eveyrthnig’s gone!!” – I hear it and then slowly reassemble the words to try and make sense of them…….. “EVERYTHING’S GONE” is all I can make of it…….”what do you mean everything’s gone?” I said??? OH FUUUUCKKKK!!!
……..soon after that my beautiful 911 Porsche cabriolet went, I had no home to call my own and life really started to go into a decline……
……..So I’d met this girl, Georgie in a nightclub in Essex, a County where the girls are renowned for being open about sex, but this girl was different…and when I say different, I mean DIFFERENT!
…….you’re not really interested in my year 2000 events, you want to read about all the bad and wrong things that have happened in my life, don’t you…..be honest??
I got over Fiona when my Virgin airline flight had been cancelled. They put us up in a hotel for the night and on the transfer bus from the airport to the hotel there was a group of guys who invited me out for a night in Limerick……or better known as STAB CITY to the locals……
…….She slapped me so hard round the face at this crowded outside bar in Central London, in fact I still remember hearing that slap echo around the buildings where there were hundreds of people standing and talking, who turned round to look at me, to see what all the commotion was about……..
……..I thought to myself, I’m going to end it and just jump in front of the next train…….now that was the first and only time in my life that I’ve ever had that thought……..but I honestly felt for a moment, that I didn’t want to go on with life anymore……..
……..I followed him round and he opened the door to the office, inside were three very senior screws. The most senior one went, “where have you been?” and I told him I’d been playing badminton. He looked me up and down and then repeated in a firmer tone of voice, “where have you been Pierce?” Finding it hard to get my words out I stuttered that I’d played badminton first and then went and had a cup of tea in my room (cell). I was thinking, shit, they know I’m high! Trouble is, when you’re high all you can think at the time is the worst, you start imagining that your eyes are giving them a clue that you’re off your face, so I was thinking, its just a matter of time before they realise…….oh shit I’m sooooooooo fucked!!!!
At this point I really started to panic……I mean, what’s to say that in the delivery of what I thought was tobacco, what’s to say that my mates, mate had mixed some class A drugs or weed in with this tobacco, so that I would unknowingly smuggle it into jail!! It doesn’t matter to them if I get caught does it? Oh fuck what have I done, I could get more jail time added to my sentence and all because I wanted to act like Mr Big……that’s when the panic started to set in! Now I’m starting to believe that I could have been stitched up……….
………..next minute we’re both marched off down to the block where we’d have to explain ourselves to the Governor…….look, they take fighting seriously in jail, you get shipped out for fighting and moved back to the jail where you came from, which was BRIXTON PRISON!!……oh shit, that’s the last place I want to be sent back to, considering the problems that I had with the Governor there before I was sent up here!!!!