Ok, here goes
An old mate and myself were buying hash off a paranoid schizophrenic. This bloke wasn’t fucking around but he went to our comp school and was never a problem personally. Meet him outside a chippy to blah. He’s there waiting in a stolen Audi fuck knows what series, walks up to our car and lobs 9bars of resin through the window in broad daylight
Keep in mind I knew the schizophrenic far better than my mate in the car. Mr Manson Lamps is jawing hard from charles, introduced himself to my friend in the car and was just about to fuck off but turned back on his heels, loomed through the window and asks said friend if they were part of a crew who put on a site party near Skegness. At some point schizoid bloke remembered an episode on Skegness beach where he got a fixed penalty for wanking in public and then jokingly regales us with something like ”how strong were those fuckin doves” and put it akin to “I was so fucked, why not?”
Cuz you’re on a beach at 6am with joggers and cunts wanting an early dip, you sick fuck
Drive back was quiet