On such a breathless night as this

                                    

                                          

As I wake up fred is gone as usual and the smell of that familiar plant floods the small flat Living with potheads has upsides and downsides, the upsides being free grass whenever you want it, the downside being police, or dealers or other people looking for them or banging on your front door . 
And on a morning like this I just happened to be caught off guard, as I walked out the front door to go set up the stall down in Kensington, two men jumped out of nowhere and beat the every living bloody fuck out of me. 
Wrong person, again I said breathlessly. 
Oh shite sorry sorry, they helped me up. 
We are looking for a Chris Campbell? 
Never heard of him. 
Are you sure. 
Yep. 
Ok, one of the men turned to the other, next flat? , he nodded. 
Oh Christopher Robin Campbell you are so in for it when I get home. 
I head down and set up the stall when I hear a familiar voice hum what I think was supposed to be some sort of David Bowie song , and who is it but Annie Fletcher. 
She stopped at the stall. 
Oh hello Roger I was just on my way to work and I thought I'd pop by and see how my good old mate is getting on , she smiled 
Jesus Christ but that women is so bloody happy all the time. 
We're going, I suppose how about yourself. 
You know, the usual. 
How are you and Brian getting along. 
I see her eyes sparkle a little everytime anyone even mentions him. 
Oh absolutely wonderful!, what about you and Josephine?
Lie lie lie
Oh, well if I'm being honest not so good We're arguing a lot lately and I don't know if well stay together but she's having alot of problems right now so we're just trying to hold on tight you know? 
FUCK SAKE 
I watched as her smile faded and her eyes softened. 
Oh Rog I'm so sorry to hear that, if you ever need to talk to anybody I'm right here. 
She checked her watch and her eyes changed to panic. 
BOLLOCKING TWAT I'M LATE, NICE SEEING YOU, GOTTA DASH, she hugged me and ran away. 
Oh that Fletcher not one bad bone in her tiny body . 
I sold a good few things today and when I got home, Chris wasn't there, oh fuck. 
Margret? Where's Chris? 
Don't know, his dealers came and took him somewhe-, she was cut off by the phone ringing. 
Its for you, she handed it to me. 
"Roger ? "
Josephine? 
"Can you come over, please. "
what's wrong ? 
I'll tell you when you get there just, please hurry. 
What's happene- ,static
I get there quick enough because I took the van I told Freddie he can borrow it but he doesn't usually. 
I arrive at the flat and knock, no answer so I knock again and see those two beautiful eyes peer at me through the blind, the lock on the door rattles and I'm soon greeted with a sobbing Josephine Morris who winded me with a hug before I could say anything.