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I was a bit scared to be around him, because I knew he had a big fat bag in his pocket, and I could be in trouble just being around him. I went to his place one time and he was there weighing up shit; he had like a kilo of coke, and was weighing it all up in grams, hundreds of packets, and I was like, 'God!' I just turned around and left. Just seemed crazy, he was just doing it right there - you know, not even hiding or anything - he just threw a towel over it ... fucking crazy hot.

So I kept him at arm's length. He was so loose, driving around in the middle of the night with 50 packets of blow.

Fifty packets?

He had packets galore. He was the guy at the time supplying everybody; he was the only one who had it, and he wanted to have it all ready, so he could be out on the streets, selling if someone needed one - here you go, like a 7-Eleven.

And you saw him pulling it out of his pocket?

Yeah. I'd tell him, 'You're out of your mind,' shaking him by the arm. 'You're going to get busted.' But he was just bringing attention to himself, all drunk and loud, doing snorts right at the fucking dinner table.

Did you see that?

Yeah, he didn't hide it, he'd do it every time I went out for dinner with him. He had a Scarface kind of attitude. I'd seen everybody go down; I'd seen three guys before him who were supplying in town and they got busted and people were telling him he would get busted, but he didn't seem to listen or care.

- Gabriel

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