affect people.
In the past Jon Jon and Carty would snort a bit of coke at weekends and have long meaningless conversations that made perfect sense at the time but were in fact just the ramblings of two mates out of their nuts. But since he had started freebasing the drug Carty had changed. When they had just snorted it he had been a laugh, a crack even. Now his whole life revolved around rocks and that was what Jon Jon wanted to talk to him about today.
‘Bit early even for you, ain’t it?’
Carty sighed.
‘Fuck off, Jon Jon. Get off me case, will you?’
He was annoyed.
‘You’re me mate, but have you had a fucking good look at yourself lately? You look like a cunt and you are acting like one.’
Carty ignored him; instead he measured out the baking powder carefully, holding his breath in anticipation of what was to come. His crack pipe was lying idle on the worktop and Jon Jon felt it. It was still warm so he knew his friend was already on his way to nowhere for the day.
‘You got the Es?’
‘’Course I have. Who wants them anyway?’
‘Marky Morgan. He left five hundred in the freezer. Wants you to drop them round his place.’
‘He don’t fucking want much, does he? Get him on the blower and tell him to get here or I leave with the wedge and the drugs.’ Jon Jon pulled open a beer and drank deeply before saying, ‘Fucking cheek of him, eh?’
But Carty was already away in his own world again and Jon Jon watched his friend sadly. He looked around the dirty kitchen. It was full of crack paraphernalia and this annoyed him more. He knew he might get a capture for his dealing, and if he did would take it on the chin, but he would be ashamed to be associated with crack. To him it wasn’t a recreational high, it was a death sentence. He wouldn’t sell that shit even to the crack heads who deserved all they fucking got. You had to have standards and he felt his were high considering that his main job was dealing.
Taking a new bottle of beer from the fridge, he called Carty’s name. As the other boy turned around Jon Jon crashed the bottle into his cheek. Carty collapsed under the blow, and when he hit the floor Jon Jon kicked him until he stopped moving. Then he systematically searched the flat and took every bit of money from the place along with some jewellery and class-A drugs. He pocketed the lot, but left the crack where it was. Carty would need a rock more than ever when he finally came to. Jon Jon had made his point though: the friendship was over.
‘He’s had more than enough warnings so fuck him.’
Calling a cab, Jon Jon whistled silently through his teeth as his mobile rang again and again. He guessed it was Marky wanting his Es. Well, he could get off his arse and come and collect them. Who the fuck did he think he was?
When the cab turned up Jon Jon walked jauntily from the squat, feeling lighter than he had in ages.
It was time for a spring clean and he had started with his best mate.
The cab driver knew him and without asking drove him back to his mother’s flat in silence. Such was the reputation Jon Jon was earning for himself, and he enjoyed it.
‘Where did you get them from?’
Tommy smiled with pride at the awe in Kira’s voice.
‘I’ve collected them for years.’
‘But ain’t they girls’ toys?’
Bethany had no interest in the dolls; she was past all that. Kira however was in raptures.
‘I love Barbie, Tommy, I think she’s great.’
Kira, who loved glamour and clothes and makeup, had finally met a kindred spirit.
Tommy was over the moon with her reaction and it showed.
‘You look a bit like her, you know, Kira.’
She was overwhelmed by the praise.
Bethany sighed. Already over nine stone, she was her mother’s daughter and envied Kira her slim good looks even while she loved her as a friend.
‘Do I? Do I really,
In the past Jon Jon and Carty would snort a bit of coke at weekends and have long meaningless conversations that made perfect sense at the time but were in fact just the ramblings of two mates out of their nuts. But since he had started freebasing the drug Carty had changed. When they had just snorted it he had been a laugh, a crack even. Now his whole life revolved around rocks and that was what Jon Jon wanted to talk to him about today.
‘Bit early even for you, ain’t it?’
Carty sighed.
‘Fuck off, Jon Jon. Get off me case, will you?’
He was annoyed.
‘You’re me mate, but have you had a fucking good look at yourself lately? You look like a cunt and you are acting like one.’
Carty ignored him; instead he measured out the baking powder carefully, holding his breath in anticipation of what was to come. His crack pipe was lying idle on the worktop and Jon Jon felt it. It was still warm so he knew his friend was already on his way to nowhere for the day.
‘You got the Es?’
‘’Course I have. Who wants them anyway?’
‘Marky Morgan. He left five hundred in the freezer. Wants you to drop them round his place.’
‘He don’t fucking want much, does he? Get him on the blower and tell him to get here or I leave with the wedge and the drugs.’ Jon Jon pulled open a beer and drank deeply before saying, ‘Fucking cheek of him, eh?’
But Carty was already away in his own world again and Jon Jon watched his friend sadly. He looked around the dirty kitchen. It was full of crack paraphernalia and this annoyed him more. He knew he might get a capture for his dealing, and if he did would take it on the chin, but he would be ashamed to be associated with crack. To him it wasn’t a recreational high, it was a death sentence. He wouldn’t sell that shit even to the crack heads who deserved all they fucking got. You had to have standards and he felt his were high considering that his main job was dealing.
Taking a new bottle of beer from the fridge, he called Carty’s name. As the other boy turned around Jon Jon crashed the bottle into his cheek. Carty collapsed under the blow, and when he hit the floor Jon Jon kicked him until he stopped moving. Then he systematically searched the flat and took every bit of money from the place along with some jewellery and class-A drugs. He pocketed the lot, but left the crack where it was. Carty would need a rock more than ever when he finally came to. Jon Jon had made his point though: the friendship was over.
‘He’s had more than enough warnings so fuck him.’
Calling a cab, Jon Jon whistled silently through his teeth as his mobile rang again and again. He guessed it was Marky wanting his Es. Well, he could get off his arse and come and collect them. Who the fuck did he think he was?
When the cab turned up Jon Jon walked jauntily from the squat, feeling lighter than he had in ages.
It was time for a spring clean and he had started with his best mate.
The cab driver knew him and without asking drove him back to his mother’s flat in silence. Such was the reputation Jon Jon was earning for himself, and he enjoyed it.
‘Where did you get them from?’
Tommy smiled with pride at the awe in Kira’s voice.
‘I’ve collected them for years.’
‘But ain’t they girls’ toys?’
Bethany had no interest in the dolls; she was past all that. Kira however was in raptures.
‘I love Barbie, Tommy, I think she’s great.’
Kira, who loved glamour and clothes and makeup, had finally met a kindred spirit.
Tommy was over the moon with her reaction and it showed.
‘You look a bit like her, you know, Kira.’
She was overwhelmed by the praise.
Bethany sighed. Already over nine stone, she was her mother’s daughter and envied Kira her slim good looks even while she loved her as a friend.
‘Do I? Do I really,
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