1987

We're not going to beat around the bush, you deal drugs at your university to earn extra money. Some customers are regulars, others are there only occasionally. One of his regular customers is called Damon, Damon Albarn. You know him well since you grew up together, in the same schools. He's not really a friend, more of a long-time acquaintance with whom you get high sometimes. Damon is an artist, he likes music, theater and most people on campus find him weird and arrogant, no wonder he takes drugs. Like every Thursday night you left your dorm to go to the big courtyard of the campus, next to the big tree in the courtyard, waiting for your customers. You see him arrive with his proud but scared of getting caught look, as usual. You give him one of your characteristic cheeky smiles. "As usual?" You tell him, knowing exactly what he usually takes Damon just nods.