I discovered a completely new race/culture whatever you want to call it within our streets and on our doorstep. They're called drug dealers, and they're a funny bunch.
I was waiting for my friend, who was held up in a meeting so I chose to wait outside, it was late, and I was essentially loitering around like a target. Not that I'm scared of anything or should be. Sad to think that maybe you should be scared hanging around on street corners in the middle of the night - but I am not.

This guy approaches me (here we go) he was dark and had blood shot eyes. Actually he looked pretty fucked up and ghoulish, and as he lurched toward me I kept thinking, stupid bastard doesn't realise what a complete wreck he looks. SORT YOURSELF OUT MATE before approaching me. Jeez, anyone would think fucked up looking was the latest trend in nightime fashion for Gothtown Camden London.

ANYWAY:
" You beautiful, you know that?, I like that tattoo - " (which I was toeing with my other foot, I prefer to keep it covered and have no object for attention) "- you know what I'm saying girl you're special you know? You have nice face, I want you be my girlfriend ... -"

" - You see this?" I'm rolling my eyes "heeeard it all before, thank you - I'm just reaaally BORED, and I dont want a blokey, this lady Doesn't need men! But she's happy to kill time and talk about YOU"

At which point I think I took him aback! I then fired questions at him for the next 40 minutes, asked him what he was doing out etc etc. Only for him to tell me his life story of drug dealing, travelling around europe and america, being kicked out of New York etc. Mmmm actually very interesting. 'Bit pathetic, pitiful, sometimes quite funny, and underneath it all a feeling of great wretchedness that he couldn't do anything else - was used to seeing people intimidated by him, or looking just as fucked up as him maybe just buying stuff.

"SKUNK! SKUNK!" he loped after some bird yelling. Wasn't until AFTER I left I realised that was some sort of sales technique.

"You're working like this 7 days a week? Business is not just shit, Honestly man, you're scaring off any of your potential customers calling them skunks/skanks!!. Get back to work now that you're bored of me telling you how to do business"... (RIIIGHT AND LATER I REALISE SKUNK IS ONE OF THE THINGS HE IS SELLING.. o_0)

I have no idea, other than I'd maybe I'd make a better drug dealer than this guy. Anyway, in the window of him leaving me, my friend turned up freaked that I was accosted by the dealers.
"Oh no, I'm perfectly fine" and waved back at the geezer who was yelling back my name at me..  "...he told me all about his family"

"WHAAAT?!" She's laughing cos she don't believe me. "did he tell you his birthday?" (joking!)

"yeah - he's 31, brother in France, no family here, except that lot he is loitering with" and Now I am yelling back at him with 'whip motions' indicating for the fella to get back to work.