I think I need to get something off my chest.

We had a nice,quite street.Behind us are woods.We wake up every morning to the sound of birds singing,and other sounds which sometimes shit me up,until I remember there are other things that live in there to.It's lovely to be so close to nature.There is a long meadow by these woods,and apart from the occasional muppets on motorbikes,it's very peaceful...that is..until some dickhead from the council decides to approve housing in our peaceful little village for a bunch of bag-heads!!!

Why oh why do they put these low-life in areas that are clean and have pleasant surroundings?Why?It started about 3 months ago.A smack-head moved across the road from us.She's also a PROSTITUTE!! I don't have anything as such against them.I think they keep the filth from raping innocent people,but it still remains that this woman does her...whatever..in MY street.A quite,respectable street.She doesn't even come from this area.She's from Manchester,so how the hell she's got housed round here,only Chief Dickwipe from the council knows.She also deals drugs,and the biggest dealer from a place not far from here,is her mate.I know this from people who have seen him with her,and they are ALWAYS together.We're all up in arms about it,but too scared it seems,to do anything about it.The woods have now become a no-go zone for us.I won't take my daughter up there now,because these prick-brains use the woods as a short cut to that other bad area I mentioned.It's about a mile away,but by using the woods you can be there in 10 minutes.I'm affraid my child will find a used needle and..well,that doesn't bare thinking about.Our street is divided into two sides.Terraced private housing on our side,and nice,clean council houses on the other.Its a CLEAN street,and everyone gets on.So why the hell drop a junkie prostitute in the middle of us.

In another street,2 away from us,our wonderful coucil have decided to house yet MORE junkies.This time,it's a group of them.Again,this WAS a quite street.Until they scratched every single car in the street and thought it would be good if they set fire to one whilst they were at it.Oh what fun they must have had,watching those pretty flames shoot into the air whilst their only remaining dim little braincell was spinning around in endless heroin space.

My point is,to get anything from 'official' sources these days,you've got to be bad.Beat up a few old grannies and you'll eventually get your own flat to help you back into society.Even better,crank up the drugs and if you promise to come off them,not only will we supply you a nice flat with newly decorated walls and a kitchen from Ikea,but we'll also throw in some methadone so you can get twice as high,but for FREE.All you have to do is go down to the chemist every morning and he'll give you some nice Meth to help you withdraw...then go down your to your dealer and get as much smack as you can,because that old lady just handed over her pension in fear that you would kill her .Just tell us you're trying to give up the smack,and we'll wipe your lilly ass for you and bollocks to your neighbours.

..or something like that