Diffrent - Part 1 (Paperback) By Junior James PRICE: £9.99 (plus £1.50 postage)   In stock "As we went through the first security check point, this big black hench custom / immigration officer came over to me and told me to come with him. Peago looked at me as if to say "what's going on?" I didn't have a clue, but one thing I knew for sure, this wasn't good"

Synopsis Summary of Sherlock’s trilogy of books – part 1)

Ever looked reality in the face……………….?

Only to find it looked just like you……………!

Get ready to embark on a roller coaster ride which will take you through the life of ‘Sherlock’, who from being a D.J earned respect from everyone around him through his lyrical style, then later a drug dealer who earned a “DIFFRENT” kind of respect.
Hustling the streets of South London in his personal quest to earn “dem P’s” (CASH). 

You will bare witness to the start of a drug addiction which will span nearly twenty years, but which will provide the fuel for a journey that has highs and lows, stress and pain, real drama, excitement and danger. 
You’ll weep at the broken and re-kindled relationships that he had and laugh at the quaint and direct street humour he processes, as you are pulled into a world full of self denial and self destruction.

This isn’t just another fictional story, its Sherlock’s story, filled with all the scary but exciting ingredients that form a good mix. 
Drugs, Sex, Crime, Adventure and even an underlining love story, presented in his own unique street style, this is a even paced, hard hitting, mind blowing account of one mans battle against the rest of the world and between the good and evil we all share.
His determination and desire to always be someone or something has lead him to overcome a poor education and a personal addiction to bring you this part one of a trilogy of books which will take you into a factual detailed view of his life.

But most of all, this book carries a strong and undoubtedly clear message of hope for all who face the greatest battle of all. 

The battle with themselves

TO HEAR ABOUT HIS INTERNATIONAL DRUG SMUGGLING – READ PART 2 OF HIS TRILOGY OF BOOKS – 

Follow his story as he explodes from street drug dealer into international drug dealer, taking you into the frank reality of drug smuggling. Hear about his adventures in other countries such as Columbia, Spain, Caruso and Jamaica and discover the reasons which drive people into taking high stake risks. 
But every story continues and this one leads to prison, where you’ll find yourself wanting to know how and where a guy that has faced so much self adversity will, end up.

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Nuff nights what I would do when I got indoors, I would make sure that I only had one cigarette and two sheets of rizzla, so all I would be able to bun would be two crack spliffs, but it never ever worked.  As soon as I had done the two spliffs I’d phone a cab or walk to the petrol station and buy more cigarettes and rizzla.  I knew if I went back in with the whole box of cigarettes, I’d be bunning all night, so I would take out two cigarettes from the box and throw the rest away.  By the time I got back in and bunned a few more crack spliffs, then when the two cigarettes had finished, I would go back outside, find the cigarettes that I had thrown away, take out two more then break the rest of them up so I cant go back for them.  By the time I got back in and bunned some more crack, this time when the cigarette had run out I’d go back to the petrol station and buy another box of cigarettes

While I’m going backwards and forwards to the petrol station I’m well high and prang out of my head, scared that I’m going to see someone I know or worse the police, so I can’t stop looking behind me, coz no way under any circumstances can I let everyone see me in this state.I knew the man in the petrol station must think that I’m some mad man and wonder how I can smoke so much cigarettes.  The worst part about being in the petrol station, would have to be when I’m actually at the till paying for the cigarettes and a car pulls into the station for petrol and I’m just hoping that its not someone I know.

Tonight I was out to impress so I could get some happy hour anytime I liked. I was killing her with it, all different positions, one foot ah east and one foot ah west, foot pon shoulders, back shot, sit down pon cocky, yeah. This stone ting was serious we’d been at it for hours and I still hadn’t come, until even Niomi with her short of breath was asking me how come I ain't come yet.  I just told her I ain’t no come quick man, but to tell the truth I was dying to come.  By the time we stopped it was about 7 am outside, was well bright and the sunlight was bursting through the bedroom, we were at it for five hours straight and I still hadn’t come, but as I was so knackered I had to stop then.I was well proud with myself, she’d never forget this wok and I was a 100% sure she’d be back for more.  The flex, the fuck, I impressed her in every way.

After I lit my crack spliff, as I inhaled it and the smoke went down my throat filling my lungs, it was like the devil was right back inside me again.  All God’s angels that had been around me, guiding and protecting me, for the last two months since I had stopped bunning had now flown back up to heaven and were now replaced by Satan’s demons.  All God and his angels could do was watch as I had chose to put the devil back in control of my life.  As the devil’s smoke filled my lungs, heart and blood stream, the angels back up in heaven started to cry, causing the rain to start fall outside.The television was on but turned down low while me and Whitney sucked on our crack spliff in silence, with this eerie feel to the room like something bad was about to happen!

Some Tuesday mornings I’d knock Mando’s door, tell him to get ready and I’ll be back soon, but I would forget to give him his bag of brown.  Without fail if I’d forgotten he’d ask for it.

At the back of our estate where Mando lives, where my rental was parked is a dead end road.  As I walked past my rental, across the road parked up was this big white S Reg Renault van with three white men in it all wearing baseball caps.  As I looked at them straight away they all put their heads down.  Like a fool I didn’t think nothing of it and turned into Mando’s block where his flat is.  All six shots of brown were in my hand.  I knocked on Mando’s door and when he answered I said “get ready I’ll be back in 20 minutes” then I left.  I had forgotten to give Mando his bag of brown and it was so unusual that he didn’t ask for it either.  As I came out the block, I didn’t even look at the van with the three white men in it and just jumped in my rental.

As I was about to pull out of the space I was parked in, this blue Peugeot 406 drives by with this black middle aged man behind the wheel, but he was on the wrong side of the road.  I looked at him thinking doesn’t he know he’s on the wrong side.  We both looked at each other then he nods at me as he passes by.  I was now thinking who’s he nodding at I don’t know him, then I finally pulled out.  I started driving up the road past the white van, then as I almost reached the top of the road out of nowhere this Vauxhall Vectra pulls out and blocks the top of the road.  It was only then I clocked police!  Plain clothes police!