I had never been to a place like this before. It was were the junkies went to die or in this case got really fucking high. This place was a mess. As was the owner which they called Mothersuperior. He looked like a skinhead to me but whatever, he seemed as nice as he was fucked up.

There lived a baby as well. A fucking baby ! Was I too pure for this world or was it the worst place ever to raise a child? I'd choose the latter. But I wasn't there to tell them how to live Was I? I was there to find my dearest ketamine.

Spud had been really keen to bring me to this place. He told me about everything he had been abusing but surprisingly he had never used ketamine before, how odd. There were two of his friends that came as well. Madonna who had failed to acknowledged my existence until now. The guy looked quite smug, and to add to it he couldn't shut up about Sean Connery. I had never seen a James Bond movie in my entire live, I'm sure that had I told him, he would have had the stroke the poor sod.

The ginger skinhead came as well, he said his name was Mark but people called him Renton/Rent-boy. He wasn't the most talkative either, I could live with it.

"Spud ! Are you brain dead or something ? You're not supposed to bring children in here." mothersuperior exclaimed in a quite theatrical way.

The man lived for the show.

Anyway, said the man who has a fucking baby in here. A place where heroin apparently is being used.

I had never been in company of heroin abusers before. There's always a first though.

"I am 22 as I already told the beggar before." I sighed.

Couldn't be bothered.

The altercation got me right back on the ground way too soon, even though ketamine is not a substance that last very long.

"What beggar ?" then proceeded to ask the Sean Connery one man fanclub.

"The guy with the moustache, Spud said he was a beggar."

They laughed for a about a second or two. I wouldn't say they had been amused by it, but they laughed for it was a situation were you were expected to I guess.

"The name's Begbie." He then said. "Nonetheless, it was expected of a foreigner such as you to make a mistake like this out of confusion." He added.

How kind of him to understand... dickhead.

Mothersuperior came to me again, he wanted to do proper introduction. What's the fun in that ?

"Hi, the name's Swanney, welcome to my lair. And sorry I thought you were no more than a teenager."

I couldn't and wouldn't blame him for that, as I said, used to it.

"My name's Judith, but you can call me Jude. Yes I've heard of the Beatles, the nickname's no coincidence. Would you happen to have any ketamine ?"

I used to be more friendly than this, I was very much friendly actually. It's when I learned that being friendly meant that people would take advantage of you that I stopped being so.

The man looked at me weirdly, so did the other.

"She's quite odd the girl you brought here Spud." He stated.

Okay, I guess sticking a filthy needle in your arm is the norm here. Wasn't aware of that.

"It's been a long time since anyone asked me some. People tend to be more interested in the usual stuff: cocaine, speed, and heroin. You know." He argued.

"It's cheap, it's easy to do and find, it feels fucking great. Should I go on ?"

I looked at him with the ghost of a sneer. You weren't to sneer at people, it's not proper.

"Well I don't have it, but I could get you some I guess."

"If you were to, you will come to see that I am quite the loyal customer." I said cheerfully.

He smiled at me and I smiled back. They all seemed nice in here, at different level but you always had to stay on your garde in this sort of environment. It wasn't the safest and the moral here was twisted.

I sat on the floor next to Renton who was cooking some.

"Does anyone have a mirror in here ?" I asked.

The mother of the baby I guess handed me one with an engaging smile, I smiled back.

"I'm going to snort some ketamine, does anybody want some ?"

They all raised their hands.

"Do you know what it does ?" I then asked again.

Of course Sweeney Todd knew, the rest didn't. Which came as a surprise to me. I would have thought heroin addicts would know about any drugs existing, how narrow minded of me.

"Well, it's a horse tranquillizer. It comes in liquid form originally but you cook it on a pan to produce this powder here and then you snort the fuck out it. You look like you're drunk, you feel high functioning, spoilers you're not, you just feel very nice I'd say. Like you're on a cloud, everyone's your friend and there's nothing to worry about. You're good. I mean, you can't really explain it. You gotta experience it to know what I'm talking about."

They nodded, not very convinced but hey, it was free of course they were going to take it.

I then began working on the powder with my ID and a membership card from the gym.

"You see it expanding right ? It's giving birth. That's why you should always put a small dose and then work on it as it can be very deceiving. If you find that there's not enough matter, feel free to add to it."

I made myself a big line, the others were not so big. It wasn't out of selfishness though.

"I am making you smaller lines than mine simply because of the fact that you never had some before. And it's the same as with cocaine, the more you use it, the bigger the line. There's no point in you having big ones for now, quite the opposite. If you are to do some again, wouldn't it be better to not have to have a lot ? Except for you Swanney, ever had some ?"

"I did actually, even though you gave us quite the explanation here."

"Care for a bigger one ?"

"That would be lovely lass."

I made him one as big as mine.

"If I could give you lot one last piece of advice, never snort your line with a bill. It's the dirtiest thing ever."

I could see I was being silly to them, I mean they shared fucking needles but hey, I couldn't help but tell them.