Relinquishing junk. Stage One: preparation. For this you will need: one room which you will not leave; one mattress; tomato soup, ten tins of; mushroom soup, eight tins of, for consumption cold; ice cream, vanilla, one large tub of; Magnesia, Milk of, one bottle; paracetamol; mouth wash; vitamins; mineral water; Lucozade; pornography; one bucket for urine, one for feces, and one for vomitus; one television; and one bottle of Valium, which I have already procured, from my mother, who is, in her own domestic and socially acceptable way, also a drug addict."
Heroin makes you constipated. The heroin from my last hit is fading away and the suppositories have yet to melt. I am no longer constipated.
He looks around the local amenities. He is in discomfort, clutching his abdomen and falling to his knees.
He notices a betting shop.
INT. BETTING SHOP. DAY
Renton walks through the crowded, smoky betting shop towards a door marked 'toilet' with a bit of card.
I fantasize about massive pristine convenience.
He stumbles through.
Brilliant gold taps, virginal white marble, a seat carved from ebony, a cistern full of Chanel No. 5, and a flunky handing me pieces of raw silk toilet roll. But under the circumstances I'll settle for anywhere.
INT. HORRIBLE TOILET. DAY
This is the most horrible toilet in Britain.
Alone, Renton makes his way through the horrors to a cubicle.
INT. HORRIBLE TOILET CUBICLE. DAY
Renton locks the door.
He looks into the bowl and winces with disgust, even in his state.
He pulls the chain. The chain comes off.
He drops his trousers, sits on the bowl and closes his eyes.
ok... I just did it. fuck... I hate this. its usually only when i do coke on the weekend tho. even if its just one bump. guess I should lay off the coke. BUT why? after my first bump or rail of coke, I will have to take a dump shortly after. Then I don't go for a few days. fuckin' weird.