Sugarhouse Page #4

Oh, l can't find my weed, you know.

What?

l got a big bag of skunk l can't find.

What? F*** your weed, Gary, man!

We got big things to do, blud!

F***'s sake! F***ing weedhead prick.

Hurry the f*** up!

You f***ing took your time!

Yeah, but you know how it is, cuz.

Anyway. F*** that. Check this.

Them nunchakus are nang, blud.

- They're mine, rude boy.

- Oh, come on, man.

What? You can have that, man.

That's the tonfa.

Proper ashwood, you know. Cold.

l ain't coming.

- What?

- l ain't going tooled up. F*** that.

- l thought you was my bredren.

- l am.

- Then take the tonfa.

- What you talking about, you ain't coming?

- We have to get this gun, man.

- Take the f***ing tonfa, Sef.

Now.

Listen, yeah?

Blud, just ke... Stay calm, yeah?

All right?

l don't want any more trouble.

l want no more trouble, rich man, all right?

l just want the gun, that's all.

Just give me the gun and l'm gone.

- Please.

- No, man. You don't want the gun.

That's what l'm trying to say, rich man.

Wh...? Your business partner

rip you off or something? Huh?

And you're gonna shoot him?

That's bullshit, man.

Hey...

Wait.

lt's about this, innit?

Your wife left you, yeah?

That's why you're here.

So, er...now you wanna go...

You wanna go shoot her new man?

ls that it?

Gonna go murk that prick.

Ain't worth it, blud.

- You don't know what you're talking about.

- Yeah. l do.

l do know what

l'm talking about, blud. All right?

No woman's worth...

ruining your life over.

Nah, man.

l got one ting to say to you.

Dat is lame.

Lame?!

l gave that woman

six years of my life.

Ah, what would you know?

You've probably never

given anybody anything.

- l've given nuff people stuff, blud.

- Like?

l always give Michela stuff.

Yeah, and l give Briony

some wicked perfume.

She was well chuffed.

The next day,

she come up to me, she said, "D...

"D, l'm only nineteen, yeah...

"l'm on the game,

l ain't got no place to live,

"l'm addicted to crack...

"but l got some

wicked perfume on, boy".

Wasn't she the one who got shot?

What? Hm?

- The girl, l saw the poster, she...

- You don't wanna be saying that sh*t.

l swear. You know, in fact,

what are you still doing here, man?

What? You feel like a prick

'cause your pride's been dented?

You didn't think

it could happen to you!

- Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

- Well, guess what, mate?

- lt f***ing did.

- Hmmmmm! Shut up!

You buying a gun to go

and shoot her new man

ain't gonna do jack, blud,

so, just move on, yeah?

You...can't...just...move...on!

You can! Your wife leaving you ain't sh*t

compared to what l've been through.

- l had a daughter with that woman!

- That's a better reason.

That's an even better reason

for you to not want this...

this...this ugly ting in your life.

You got a little girl.

Yeah, well, that's just it,

isn't it? That's just it.

She isn't my little girl.

She isn't my little girl!

Now do you understand?!

Two years.

Two f***ing years

l spent thinking l was her dad.

And then l find out l'm not.

Two f***ing years!

Some other f***er is.

Someone l know.

Ohh, l f***ing know him.

l f***ing know him!

And then my wife leaves me for him.

Do you want to know how that feels?

l'm her...it's my daughter.

She's not even mine.

Look...

l'm lying awake at night.

l'm going through my old diaries. l'm...

l'm trying to figure out when it all began.

l'm going out of my f***ing mind...

Ohhh, sh*t.

'Ere you are, man.

Rich man, 'ere you are.

Take it, blud. lt's yours. Yeah?

Look, l hear your beef and that.

l hear your beef, like, l understand.

But this gun ting, man.

lt...it just ain't the way.

Bruv, you...you just gotta learn...

you gotta learn how to deal with this sh*t,

and move on. Yeah?

l moved on.

Never had no childhood.

l...l was in a children's home

since l was ten.

lt was just me and my mum, blud.

Well, she obviously did a great job.

- l'm sorry.

- What did you just say?

- What did you say? Huh?

- l didn't mean it. l just...

- lt just came out. l'm sorry.

- My mum did the best job she could!

The only reason l was in

the children's home was 'cause she died.

Think about how l felt.

Dumped in a children's home.

No dad. Dead mum.

Even at the age of ten l was f***ed!

That's why l'm here now!

That's why! 'Cause of my past!

Look at y... You're the most

privileged person l've ever met!

- So, f*** you!

- Look, l didn't...

No. No, no, no, no.

F*** you! F*** you!

lf you lived my life, you'd be

the same crackhead as me!

lf l lived your life, blud, if l knew

what l knew, l wouldn't be you.

You f***ing battie-boy crackhead!

You f***ing prick!

You're dead, blud!

What, blud? What you gonna do?

What you gonna do, bruv?

Hey, you f***ing prick, come here.

Yeah, l know. l know.

Ah, ah, ah, lower down.

Down there, man.

Hey, Paul. Watch where

you're putting your hands.

That's my woman you're feeling up.

Can you feel it?

Hey, come 'ere, you...

Just allow it. Ray, man, just low it.

Hey, man, just get over it.

Gary, man, just allow it.

Look, blud, blud, watch me.

Hold on, man. For f***'s sake.

l got him. l got him, bruv.

Sh*t.

Come here, you little...

Wooooooh!

Best sh*t in town.

Hey, Gal, hurry up!

- l'm here, bruv.

- Man, hurry up! Get that door, man!

- l'm coming.

- He's got nowhere to go, blud!

F***ing wanker!

Ray, he's blocked the door.

Ray!

You ain't got nowhere to go, blud!

What the f***?

Guess he looks hard

with his shirt off though.

He looks great.

Look at that.

- Ready?

- Ready, yeah.

You think you're funny, yeah?

Ha-ha, look at him!

Michael Jackson!

Whooo-ooooo!

What you gonna do now, huh?

Prick.

You got nowhere to go.

lt's a long way down, innit?

l'm gonna toss you down there.

- No, blud. No, man!

- What you gonna do, bruv?

You're lucky l didn't bring my samurai.

Look at that.

Get off him!

l said, get off him!

- So...you....think...you...can...f***....

- Ray, Gary!

Ray, Gary!

- l said get off!

- All right, low it, blud.

Low it, yeah?

- We gotta go see the Hood.

- F*** this.

Listen, l'm a little weed dealer

trying to pay my way through college.

- l ain't some f***ing gyp.

- Oi, you'll chip it.

Sef.

You're my bredren, man. Sef!

Why the f*** did you do that?

l can't believe...

- What?

- You showed them the gun, man.

- Man, this is all your fault, yeah?

- Why?

'Cause if you never came up to me

asking for a gun last night,

we wouldn't be in this sh*t.

Yeah!

F***'s sake, Michael.

The parrot ain't even in the window.

Got to go.

Oh, easy, easy.

Put me down here, yeah.

Eh, eh, eh, easy. Oh, sh*t.

Ah, f***. What the f*** is wrong with you?

F***ing neck!

F*** off.

What the f*** are you doing?

What does it look like l'm doing? Huh?

l'm looking for...a rock, all right?

l know, l swear, l know l lost a bit

of rock in here last night.

Huh... Er, look, l really...

l don't think that's gonna solve anything.

Wh...what y...you talking about?

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