draliman on life

I thought I’d have a go at Alastair’s Sunday Photo Fiction this week!

The rules say that we should mention if a story is “unsuitable for under 16’s”. I’m guessing not, I’ll just say there are drugs involved (nothing you won’t see in a daytime soap).

I’m guessing you know the history of “Puff the Magic Dragon” but here’s a link.

To see the other contributions, you can find them here.

Photo copyright Alastair Forbes

I was somebody back in the day. Doesn’t look like it now, eh? Well, I was.

Hung out with a guy called Paper. Little Jackie Paper. Dumb name, huh? Great guy though. Till he “grew up”. Left me high and dry inside my cave.

I tried to get work. I did. Amusement parks, TV appearances. But there was talk. Talk of drugs. There were no drugs, I tell you. But nobody believed me. Everywhere I went it was all “Hey, Puff, got any weed?” and “Yo, Puff, fancy a puff har har?”

So one day I just thought, “Okay, they all think I’m on drugs, I’ll do drugs.”

I smoked my first spliff. Heaven it was. I just drifted away. Good times!

They say weed is a “gateway” drug. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. For me, pretty soon I wanted something more. So I tried harder stuff.

The work dried up. I couldn’t concentrate. I didn’t care.

So here I am, lying in a dirty squat at the ass-end of nowhere, spilling my guts out to you guys. And you ain’t even listening.

After you with the crack pipe.