The sad fact was it was someone who i knew well at the time, i tracked him down two years ago in a dirty stinking squat with nothing in it except his skanky bird who was tooting as we entered the flat , telling us how bad her life turned out and did we have a fag, i looked around and thought , the ****ing bastard has had some karma returned to be living like this , and if he does come back here , what could i get from him when he returned, nothing, beating up some smack head , get no cash and not get my tunes back, and risking the bastard grassing on me as after all this c*nt had no morals. so i left ..
i really did want to kill him... but hay..................