buggers.
One minute it’s: ‘Howdy
buddy’
the next it’s: ‘give me all your money!’
Seph
was not like that though, no. He was
a
genuine Good Samaritan. Bald with glasses,
I
guess you could say he was a nerd: a Cultist
attached
to the ‘Join Me’ sect, in West Sussex.
But
he was a star - especially on Fridays when
made
to be good, he’d see you in a bar and tip
you
a pint in. Spontaneous and generous if
you
could find him. Well, I found him first.
At
about 6.45 he entered the park. In the dark
he
looked like an AIDS victim on a cruise, for
his
life. I was pissed as a cat - and I was short
of
money. He offered to drive me back home
to
my mummy, the muppet. Forgive me, but
he
was an awful twat. Banging on about the Bible
and
all that. While he bigged up Jehovah, I sized
up
his car. When he invited me to go I asked him
how
far was he willing to go. When he asked me to
pull
down my trousers - I battered the fucking queer
and
Jesus, I thought: “Jesus!”. How people can turn.
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