Take Away.
We picked him up at the prison, and he got in the fucken car. He was straight out with it too, no pussy fucken footin’ to be found here.
‘Are you two on?’
‘Yeah and what fucken of it?’
Whether we was on or not was none of his fucken business. Here I am, picking the shit up.’
‘I hoped you might –’
I interrupt the prick right there.
‘Unfortunately we haven’t had the chance to detox at the state’s fucken expense like yerself, have we?’
‘They don’t tax drug dealin’ though, do they?’ He says.
‘I smoke, smarmy cunt,’ I says. ‘Government takes more than half of the price of ciggies.’
‘All I’m sayin’ is, I’m tryin’ to clean up. It just woulda been nice.’
Listen to him. This is when family gives you the shits, so I let him know.
‘If you wanna a fucken fight of words, let’s roll.’
He wasn’t gonna argue that, cos he’d never win. I can’t be beaten in a fight, fists, or otherwise.
Then I saw him look at Amanda. She was riding up front with me.
When we were waiting for him to be released, she said she’d move to the back so he could sit front, but I told her she’d stay put. He’d ride in the back, and he’d fucken get used to that. There was a time we rode together, but those days were long and well and truly fucken gone.
‘How you doin Mandy?’
One dodgy look at her, and I’d stop the car and kick his fucken arse. I don’t care. Mandy needed the junk, so she wasn’t going to be a problem. I didn’t mind her talking to him. I mean … what’s she gonna do?
‘How was inside?’
‘Boring. As long as you can keep your head down, it’s just boring. ‘
There was a lot of bad blood between us. I’m not shitting you. But I was willing to give him another chance.
‘Well you’re out now, and I’ve got you a job.’
The cunt had the nerve to laugh. One of those – what’s the word – fucken condescending laughs. I almost punched the prick, but I let him talk.
‘Not selling anymore. I’m out, and I’m not going back in.’
‘You went in cos you were stupid.’
Another one of those fucken laughs.
I’m runnin on empty, and I see a petrol station. We had to ride across town to pick up, so I pull in and park. I turn around, pretty fucken menacingly. The cunt doesn’t flinch, but once again, I show good manners, and let it go.
‘You wanna pay for this petrol?’
‘Sure. Why not?’
‘Thirty should cover it.’
He fishes it out. We both know that it’s too much cash to hand over (my flat isn’t far from the jail), but the pussy’s too weak to complain.
I snatch the money from him, and get out to fill up.
‘Are you two on?’
‘Yeah and what fucken of it?’
Whether we was on or not was none of his fucken business. Here I am, picking the shit up.’
‘I hoped you might –’
I interrupt the prick right there.
‘Unfortunately we haven’t had the chance to detox at the state’s fucken expense like yerself, have we?’
‘They don’t tax drug dealin’ though, do they?’ He says.
‘I smoke, smarmy cunt,’ I says. ‘Government takes more than half of the price of ciggies.’
‘All I’m sayin’ is, I’m tryin’ to clean up. It just woulda been nice.’
Listen to him. This is when family gives you the shits, so I let him know.
‘If you wanna a fucken fight of words, let’s roll.’
He wasn’t gonna argue that, cos he’d never win. I can’t be beaten in a fight, fists, or otherwise.
Then I saw him look at Amanda. She was riding up front with me.
When we were waiting for him to be released, she said she’d move to the back so he could sit front, but I told her she’d stay put. He’d ride in the back, and he’d fucken get used to that. There was a time we rode together, but those days were long and well and truly fucken gone.
‘How you doin Mandy?’
One dodgy look at her, and I’d stop the car and kick his fucken arse. I don’t care. Mandy needed the junk, so she wasn’t going to be a problem. I didn’t mind her talking to him. I mean … what’s she gonna do?
‘How was inside?’
‘Boring. As long as you can keep your head down, it’s just boring. ‘
There was a lot of bad blood between us. I’m not shitting you. But I was willing to give him another chance.
‘Well you’re out now, and I’ve got you a job.’
The cunt had the nerve to laugh. One of those – what’s the word – fucken condescending laughs. I almost punched the prick, but I let him talk.
‘Not selling anymore. I’m out, and I’m not going back in.’
‘You went in cos you were stupid.’
Another one of those fucken laughs.
I’m runnin on empty, and I see a petrol station. We had to ride across town to pick up, so I pull in and park. I turn around, pretty fucken menacingly. The cunt doesn’t flinch, but once again, I show good manners, and let it go.
‘You wanna pay for this petrol?’
‘Sure. Why not?’
‘Thirty should cover it.’
He fishes it out. We both know that it’s too much cash to hand over (my flat isn’t far from the jail), but the pussy’s too weak to complain.
I snatch the money from him, and get out to fill up.
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