With the juke box beating and lots of the current popular music and noise in club I approached Kenny as he stood having a drink.
He’d been sweating away playing football in the gym again.
‘’Lright, Pip,’ he said.
He used my name. It’s always a good sign when kids use your name, it’s meeting you.
Kenny was nineteen and had been a regular for years, he was a leader of one of the gangs called ‘The Minis”.
We chatted…
‘How’s your mum then, Ken?’ I said.
He swore and mumbled something about not caring a damn.
‘Do you not love your mum, Ken?’ I went on.
‘Nah.’
‘What about your sister, Sue, do you love her?’
‘Nah,’ was the curt answer and then the words came out like to torrent.
‘Listen Pip,
I don’t love anybody, right.
If I worried about paying my £250 fines, right…if I worried about being up in court next week, right… if I worried about being unemployed – I’d crack up!
I love myself, nobody else, right!’
(an out-take from Gutter Feelings)
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