Skagboys (Mark Renton Series Book 1)

by Irvine Welsh

But regrets are for Monday mornings and now ah’m back under the harsh strip lights ay the workshop, sweatin like a blind dyke in a fishmonger’s.

he’s as precarious as a hard-on after a bottle ay whisky.

Face like a painter’s radio,

whiffy as a wrestler’s jockstrap.

Bang, bang, bang go me and Charlene, her grabbing a hud ay us and pulling us downstairs, riding us hard oan the bunk, her hair flying, or me sucking and licking her enchanting tufted fanny till she either squeaks wi delight or ah asphyxiate. Her small doll’s mooth around my cock, crazy eyes burning as it bangs oan the back ay her throat. Wir competitive orally; baith want tae bring the other oaf the quickest.

Poor Tom stands as stiff and still as a vibrator withoot the Duracell.

Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards.