1:12:04
There were a lot
of possibilities
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running through my mind
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about what might happen
in London.
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Things I didn't want
to talk to anyone about.
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Ideas best kept to myself.
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What no-one told me was
that when we bought the skag,
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some lucky punter
would have to try it out.
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Begbie didn't trust Spud
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and Sick Boy
was too careful these days.
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So I rolled up my sleeve,
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I spiked my vein
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and I did
what had to be done.'
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It's good.
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Oh, it's really fucking good!
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That hit was good.
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I promised myself another
before I got to London.
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Just one,
for old time's sake.
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Just to piss Begbie off.
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This was his nightmare.
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The dodgiest scam
in a life of dodgy scams.
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Being perpetrated
with three of the most useless
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and unreliable
fuck-ups in town.
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I knew what was
going on in his mind -
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any trouble in London
and he would dump us.
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If he got caught
with a bag of skag
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on top of that armed robbery,
he'd go down for 15 to 20.
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Begbie was hard
but not so hard
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that he didn't shite it
off 20 years in Saughton.
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This was to be my final hit.
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But let's be clear -
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there's final hits
and final hits.
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What kind was this to be?
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Did you bring the cards?
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What?
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- I told you to mind the cards.
- I've not brought them.
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It's fucking boring
without the cards.
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I'm sorry.