Addiction didn't choose me. Do you know just how significant that statement is? Most addicts start taking recreational drugs on the odd weekend when they're out with their mates. An ecstasy pill, some MDMA perhaps. But when you hit 20, and you have a tolerance to uppers, and you're mixing with different social circles; the only way forward is cocaine. It's quite frankly, a very logical step to take. You get a better high You can afford it It's easier to come by It's more pred

I must be clear from the outset that the opinions in this post are my own. They stem from my own personal experience suffering at the hands of a County Lines gang. I am not claiming to be a professional, I have the utmost respect for all the authorities, charities and organisations who spend so much time fighting against County Lines, nor am I disregarding the severity of exploitation within County Lines. What I found most unnerving throughout my experience, and still do to t

It’s imperative that you speak using the correct terminology; so begin addressing people as “fam”, “G”, or “cuz”. More importantly, you now refer to yourself in the third person using the word “mans”. I.e. “mans got p’s to make ennit fam” (Always remember to use words such as “ennit”, “safe” or “nuff love” at the end of every sentence.) Use the correct vocabulary- “whip” is a car. “Creps” are trainers. A “bando” is a house. A “strap” is a gun, a “shank” is a knife… you get th

I'm thoroughly ashamed to admit this... Earlier today I was thinking back to being a teenager and what I would have done if County Lines were about then. I thought of the lonely childhood I had with career driven parents and no siblings. I thought of how isolated I felt at school; cast out and picked on by the other kids. I thought of the part time job I had- slogging my guts out in my free time to make £200 per month. Then I thought of the drug habit I picked up in my mid te

Too often in life, we are forced to make the best of a bad situation. I'm almost certain that every individual who reads this, can relate. My attitude towards life is abysmal. I acknowledge that. My motto is "LIFE'S A BITCH AND THEN YOU DIE, SO FUCK THE WORLD AND LET'S GET HIGH!" I'm not just cursed, I'm jinxed too. I'm the epitome of walking sods law. I'm that person who ALWAYS get's shat on by a pigeon the minute I step outside. I'm that person who is prosecuted as a crimin