Chapter 3
Leo
Scratchy.
Scratchy as fuck.
Don’t worry.
Do not worry.
Stop picking.
You’ll be playing with your two best mates tonight. Tina and G.
They never let you down.
They never let you down.
They never let you down.
‘What do you want, lad?’
His eyes are red. He’s bollocksed like always.
Brick. He thinks people call him this because he’s hard as nails and we all shit ourselves at the thought of him, but it’s not. It’s cos he looks like one.
‘Tina and G.’
Acts like one. Speaks like one. Thick as one.
One big lump of cement.
I glance behind him, down past the bins.
We are alone.
I flick my fag butt into the gutter.
‘Your jumper looks box-fresh, is it new?’
I stole it from a charity shop, but Brick does not need to know this. Brick does not need to know anything. ‘Yeah.’
‘Nice. Making money then?’
No time for small talk, Brick. Just give me the gateway to heaven.