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“Kid, I don’t think I have a choice.”
Great opening!
Loving the wording as well
old London, when this body was just acres of hurt and heroin, waiting to stop breathing. Now Croydon’s split down the middle, middle-class living digging its tentacles into the veins of the borough, spawning suits and skyscrapers and fast food joints every which way. In a few years, it’ll just be another haunt for the butter-and-egg men. No room for the damned.
She’s staring. They always do. These days, it’s all bae and fleek, bootylicious selfies and cultural appropriation done on brand. That puts me in a weird linguistic space, with my chosen vocabulary.
“You got a mug like a boxer. You want the same for your boys?”
this was the brickworks, the smoke-clogged uterus of the English capital. It was never meant to be beautiful. And frankly, it ain’t.
He apparently started getting real revolutionary then. Head in the clouds. Started talking about transcending boundaries, being more than just meat perambulating through life.
face mangled by hate, some of it his, some of it borrowed.
“Every man’s got a little bad in him. If we spend all our time judging people for one wrong, we wouldn’t have enough left over to get on with it.
“You want something, bruv? You ask. You ask me like I’m a person. When I say no, you fuck off. What you do to someone’s head and what you do to their meat, it isn’t much different, you hear? You don’t take what you’re not given. Get me?” “Yes.”
“Immortals. Dead Ones. Star-spawn. Elder Things. Great Old Ones.”
I don’t do it, of course. The skirt’s problems are her own. I have too many of my own dilemmas, and a bounty on a stepdad to reap. Nice as it is, good karma don’t pay the bills.
Nooooooo
The world’s too full of trouble to adopt those that don’t belong to you.
Simple, human troubles, you know what I’m saying? I’d take those any time, any hour. This shit, though?
we don’t need to kill our children’s monsters. Instead, what we need to do is show them that they can be killed.
To the boys at the heart of this story: I’m sorry for everything that has happened to you. The world is a dark place, and it tears at me that you had to walk through its shadows at such an age. But there are people who love you and there are people who will do anything to you. And if they are not there, I hope you remember that there are no monsters that will not bleed. This life belongs to you. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
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