This is a photo of the card I received from the woman I wrote about in my previous two blog posts. The woman who I suspected was in the same situation as I was. A victim of cuckooing; forced to deal drugs for a gang of drug dealers involuntarily. I didn’t know what to do, and knew I couldn’t involve the police. But also knew that if I involved myself too much; I’d be potentially putting myself back in a dangerous predicament. For once in my damn life, for ONCE, something actu

So I receive a phone call from the Boss of the runner I’d met yesterday; Listen up ennit, I don’t want you associating with my people a’ight? My response, as I simmered with rage was; I guess that means you don’t want to associate with my money either? 15 missed phone calls later he’s HOPPING MAD. When I finally picked up he screams; WHY ENT YOU ANSWERING MY PHONECALLS? I thought I’d wind him up a little bit; Sorry darling I don’t associate myself with phone calls, only text

So, hypothetically speaking…you have been buying off the same dealer for some time. Then suddenly he swaps location, and you’re faced with a new runner. A tiny, timid woman in her early 30’s. You find out this woman is being cuckooed by a gang of dealers. They’ve moved into her home, they drip feed her the odd shot and make her work serving customers while the gang who are in her home are eating all the food, doubling the cost of gas and electric, and outright refusing to lea

Now I have a criminal record and the police are adamant I am the British equivalent of Pablo Escobar; my vocabulary has obviously had to expand somewhat. The definition of “Prang” according to urbandictionary.com, is “to be paranoid or anxious”. I am becoming increasingly prang with each day that passes. Specifically with regards to the warrant out for my arrest, and the dawning realisation that I’m still on bail in relation to the money laundering, intent to supply and conc

The police are closing in on me. But do they really think after 4 drug raids, multiple arrests; each one accompanied by a 24 hour stint in police custody, and their sly, underhanded tactics being the cause of losing my home, gaining a criminal record, terrifying an elderly family member and dragging my friends into matters by arresting them too- that I am going to continue to let them cause chaos in my life? Always sat on edge, wondering when the next battering ram is going