My friend was 29 when he died and bisexual, flitting from
relationship to relationship. At the time of his death he was
seeing a guy, purely for financial gain, there were no feelings
there. He had not long been released from prison and was
aware of what not to do in so much as his tolerance would
not be the same as went he went away. Earlier in the day I
was with him and we used together – heroin – it was a £25
wrap between us. That evening around 6.30 – 7pm he
phoned and asked me if I could score for him … I went out to
score and then made my way (to the abandoned building
where we had agreed to meet) – to be confronted by police
and ambulance men. [Narrative no. 43]