Kidulthood Page #5

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He gives me weed and sh*t for free.

Is it? Safe.

Finally.

Let's roll, man.

Yes, Jay, what's cooking, bruv?

- Yeah, like the trim, rude boy.

- Bye, mum.

- What took you so f***ing long, man?

- There weren't no cabs, isn't it.

I've been havng a good week, actually.

Come on n.

So, Rebecca,

who's your lovely friend?

- I'm Alisa.

- Alisa? What a pretty name.

Ladies, this is my friend

Hamish.

Hi.

Go and take a seat on the sofa, take

your coats off, make yourselves at home.

How much do you want this time?

- As much as you wanna give.

- Not a problem.

But I want some E's today

and maybe some coke.

The weed I can do for free, but,

coke and E's is gonna cost.

I haven't got no money on me.

Who needs money?

- Get your knickers off then.

- In your f***ing dreams.

- What, you're not gonna let me f*** you?

- No.

- What about a blow-job then?

- F*** off.

- Wank?

- Keep talking and you'll get a smack.

Oh, come on, Al,

we'll make dollars when we sell it.

Do you wanna shop or what?

- Yeah, but...

- Stop being such a boring b*tch then.

But I'm not gonna suck it, okay?

What is that?

- How old are you?

- I'm old enough, blood.

"Blood", you're too young

to buy these beers.

- What? Oh, shut up, man.

- Oi, come back.

- Come back!

- Come back or what, man? Shut your mouth.

- I'll have you arrested!

- You ain't gonna do sh*t, man.

- Get out of my shop.

- What?

- You're banned!

- Man, I'll leave when I wanna leave, man.

What? Come.

- D*ckhead.

- F*** off.

Bastard!

I ain't f***ing with her no more, man,

after she got banged by Sam.

F*** that, you get me?

She's any girl to me now. F*** her.

Bloods, I wouldn't care whose baby

it is, yeah, but I'd still bang that.

Hey, bloods, where's yours?

Had to dash it at that guy,

isn't it, man.

- He was shook, though.

- You're a bad man.

Let's dust, man.

I ain't standing on the corner like

a f***ing rent boy all day.

- So what, which way are we going, bruv?

- Let's roll this way, isn't it.

What's wrong, man?

What are you looking at?

Sam lives over there.

- You wanna get your GameBoy back?

- Yeah.

Yeah that, I'm on that, man,

let's do it. Come, come.

Let's not be stupid, man.

- So, what are we gonna do?

- Sam's gonna be at school, blood, yeah?

Only our year's got the day off.

We'll just go up there,

say we're his friends...

and we're picking it up,

isn't it? Simple.

Or, we ding the bell,

get through the main door...

and boot down his f***ing

front door, isn't it.

No, man.

That's some police sh*t.

Look, blood, there's three

of us alie...

we'll just go up there, yeah,

ask for it back.

And if he's gets brave, blood, we'll

handle it at school together, isn't it.

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