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closed Woodgrange pub, across a grassy patch of land. “Go on man, I'll score something later — tomorrow,” Darren carried on.
    “You ain't got no money either, Darren,” Jason said.
    “Don't worry about that man, I'll think of something.”
    “Okay,” Jason caved in. They both leant against a wall out of the glare of the street lights. Jason started rolling the joint.
    “You got plenty there, man,” Darren observed.
    “It only looks a lot in the dark,” Jason's booze skewed logic helped him retort as he finished rolling the spliff.
    He lit up and took a huge drag, holding the smoke down. He exhaled slowly as he felt the surface of his brain begin to fizzle, the fizzling slowly seeping deeper into his head. This stuff was strong. He passed the joint to Darren. The booze from their night out was helping too.
    They started walking again following the wall as it seemed the best way to go.
    “What you going to do?” Jason asked.
    “Do about what?” Darren smirked, the effect of the skunk manipulating his general perspective.
    “Do about scoring man,” Jason said.
    “Oh yeah!” Darren replied, as his now faulty memory recalled his statement of a few moments ago.
    “Well?” Jason said, attempting to be demanding.
    They had now wandered up to the far end of Hartington Road. Darren looked around and saw the scaffolding on the side of the house.
    “I know this builder geezer who is always on the lookout for scaffolding and stuff,” Darren said.
    “Where you going to get scaffolding from?” Jason asked, half curious.
    Darren pointed to the scaffold assembled up the side of the house at the end of the road they were now standing at.
    “You serious?”   Jason said.
    “Yeah, man. It's easy. Just take some stuff from the top, no one will notice. Look, roll one more and I'll show you.”
    Jason got out his pouch and started rolling once more, finishing it quickly; rolling spliffs was something he could do in his sleep. They took it in turns to finish the joint and the muscles in their legs quivered slightly.
    “Okay, man,” Darren said, and after a long moment of mutual silence between the two pot-heads, he added, “I'll show you.”
    Turning slowly towards the house Darren felt as if his head was somehow catching up with where his mind was now facing.
    They managed to get over the wall that separated the end of Hartington Road from the main thoroughfare.
    “How d'you know no one's home?” Jason asked.
    “There’re no lights on,” Darren replied.
    “Oh yeah,” Jason agreed.
    They were both completely stoned and any old logic would do however flawed it was. They jumped over the second wall at the end of the cul-de-sac and walked unsteadily through the front gate of the house with the scaffolding, and along the path that ran down its side.
    Darren stumbled over the tool box which had been left earlier that day. Jason laughed as his friend fell into, and bounced out of, the sturdy short hedge lining the pathway.
    Darren looked at the box. “Look man, here's the tools I need,” he said.
    “What tools?”
    “The tools to get the pipes,” Darren clarified.
    “Oh,” Jason responded, not that bothered, as he had started listening to the music that was now playing in his head.
    Darren bent over, just about keeping himself from toppling forward on to the path, and opened the box's lid, all the equipment was there. He picked up a spanner and a ratchet from the box.
    “What you going to do now?” Jason said, noticing that Darren had a few things in his hands.
    “I'm going t' climb this ting and loosen some bolts, then you're going t' take the pipes and boards and put them on the ground.”
    Darren started his attempted climb of the scaffolding. Initially he couldn't get a grip, the spanner and ratchet in his hands stopping him. He tried holding both of the tools in his right hand but that didn't help at all. He swapped the tools to his left hand. Again there was no way to get a grip on the scaffold to