We all know bagheads are dirty and wrong. We all know that heroin addiction isn't a laughing matter. What we don't all know is each others funny stories about the crazy capers of our local smack fiends. Get them in here.
A smack rat once asked my mate outside Greggs if he had a spare pound for a pasty. My mate said that he only had £10 notes. The smackhead said that wouldn't be a problem, he had change, then pulled a money bag full of pound coins out of his pocket.
When I was about 14, I was in Runcorn Old Town with a couple of mates when we saw a smack rat that was soaking wet through on a sunny day. He told us that he'd just jumped off the walkway on the Runcorn Bridge into the canal for a £20 bet. He then proceeded to take his shoes and socks off and start wringing them out. He layed the £20 on the floor to dry out, put his shoes back on and walked away. He forgot to pick up his £20. I can only imagine the horror he must have felt when he realised that three 14 year old lads had spent his 'winnings' on a crate of Fosters.
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