A Day in the Pub, a Night in the Squat.

It was around 2pm when I met him.
I hadn't seen this friend of mine in a while, but we both wanted to drink, and drink we did. Again and again. We ran over the usual pub talk, through the usual catching up and drunken philosophical talk that happens more often than not with relative youth.
But more had to happen, there had to be something else to occupy the evening. Without the usual funds required to make binge drinking an option and with Tuesday commonly accepted as a day for business (at least among our friends), chemicals seemed the most viable option.
But two hours and forty phone calls later, there was only one slight lead; in Stanmore.
So, drunk enough to consider it a real option, and enough funds to travel and buy the goods, we set out. On the great trail to madness, or infinite happiness, it would all have to be discovered.
After the train ride, and a long hike to the arranged meeting place, we met the charecter who apparently was to supply us. Of course, he had nothing, I nor my friend had any way of vouching for his claims. But, in a relative middle of nowhere, there was nothing for it but the make do.
So we got a case of cheap, shit German beer and walked to this strange mans 'house'. Again a hike, and when we finally arrived, it was a squat. An abandoned house, with no power, dusty couches and an assortment of random belongings. It was then that the nightmarish thoughts appeared in my mind 'how the fuck am I going to get out of this nightmare?', for instance.
We drank eerily by the candle-light, and talked about the only thing men seem to want to talk about when drinking; women. It was an in-depth and disjointed game of 'marry, fuck, kill' and there was no consensus to be made, people just seem to have different ideas on whom they would designate to each of those roles.
Soon enough, the game dried up and the cigarettes were out. Under the pretense of getting more, we made our escape. Through the streets and back to Stanmore station. The character had bought the beers so we were at least leaving with more or less what we had come with.
When I got back to the station, left my friend and made the walk back to the house, all was well, I knew I was safe.
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