I used to get shipped off there at weekends. When dirty books were buried treasure. Everywhere was haunted. The guy next door used to play behind a shed and ------------ but Lee lived further up the street. I remember being impressed with his air rifle as we all played with his action men. Nine years later he threatened to kick my head in with a ski while that other c*** spat at us at the bus stop. They waited for us in doorways outside . Then that day --- finished and left. As they walked between the cars and I swore if it's the only language they understand, it's a language we can learn. Get the car, we can go for a drive, f*****' tooled up. They'll never catch us. We could find them in a street on their own, pull them in the car, take them somewhere quiet, f*** them up and drive them back and leave them where we found them, lying in their own f*****' mess. I used to pretend thieir bed was the sea and we were trapped, like we were vampire hunters, surrounded, attacked from all sides. And that morning they walked between the cars, I swore it would happen. I see them in the streets sometimes, pass them in pubs, pass them in cars, some times in shops but if I see you round here again you're f*****' dead.