yes there are loads – everywhere, and its one of the growth industries.
they are not just in bitter old Londonistan but there are loads in Reading, Luton, Bristol, Nottingham, Manchester etc – Even here in “sleepy Suffolk” there is quite an active crack scene in Ipswich and Lowestoft.
the cops locked down the raves and stop the party drugs networks by intimidating and nicking the “friendly” dealers, but kids still wanna get high so the crack crew moves in – and a proportion of them are burned out angry ex-ravers (particularly those who’ve moved to the grime scene) – i’d say about a third of my mates all got into it in one way or another…
as for crackhouses – Find a “friend” who’se been given a social house by the do gooders, (or just squat a building) give them a few “free” rocks – then wave a knife or rebore at them when they are para on the comedown and scare the shit out of them; take over the house; bring in your mates who rob people in the street a few crack whores (before the new immigrants came in they were usually slightly rebellious school age young girls who’d got in with a ceratin crowd – this was going on way before the internet…) and there you have it, instant crack house.
No Ikea furniture though as it usually gets burned for fuel or smashed on comedowns/to be used as weapons..
usually heroin is sold at the places as well as speed for injection; people also jack up da crack these days (you don’t lose as much as smoke) so watch out for dropped needles – they can’t be fucked to /wont use sin bins its a way of asserting your territory and creating FUD to the neighbourhood.
another way is to torch the place on the way out when you get the asb0 evictions – or destroy the plumbing and leave as much trash/needles/shit/used condoms about for the housing association to clear up – smashy smashy crew suburban stylee…
Amazingly the one thing some crack users I have encountered don’t sell for rocks seems to be stuff like their Fantazia tapes and their battered MA2 jackets – fuck knows why because they’ve got loud lairy crackhead “MCs” bawling all over these tapes – or maybe that is why…
ah, the joys of crack cocaine and crackhouses – the frontline where Britains binge culture meets the nanny state prohibitionists head on..
not touched the stuff since 1999 though..
at least those lot in the pic gave their dog a nice kennel though and didn’t make it breathe in the unhealthy smoke…
