Mickybo and Me Page #4

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Away on home to your ma, Pissy-Knickers,

and she'll change your nappy for you.

Get out of town, JonJo.

You know you shouldn't be here, and wee

Micky can't protect you forever.

- We'll get you next time.

- Get this, Fartface.

I'm Butch f***ing Cassidy,

and I pick my own friends.

It's just not fair,

I've never done anything to them.

They're just out to get me,

ever since the cinema last night.

They'll tell the police I killed Barney.

And they'll put me in jail or hang me

or fry me in the electric chair.

Then we'll go on the run.

We've no choice.

But there's nowhere to go.

And we might get lost, Mickybo.

Or starve to death.

Or get hit by a bus or something.

We'll need supplies. Go and get food and

stuff. Then meet me under the bridge.

- But we didn't do anything.

- Who's gonna believe that?

We're just wee kids.

They blame us for everything anyway.

And if the peelers don't get you,

Fartface will.

And he's gonna stab you in the guts.

- Hi, Daddy.

- All right, Son.

- Come in here, Son.

- I can't stop, Mum.

- I said get in here now.

- I've got to go out, Mum.

We're staying with

Auntie Rita tonight.

But I can't go, Mum.

I have to be somewhere.

It'll have to wait, JonJo.

Right now, I need you with me.

But you said

we weren't gonna go back there, Mum.

- We'll have a laugh.

- But she hates me, Mum.

She always pinches my face.

And her dog stinks.

You are coming with me, Son, all right?

Now, you get your things and come on.

I'll not tell you again, OK?

How's my wee angel?

I've your room

all ready for you and everything.

- Where are you going?

- Get out of my room.

- We're not in your room.

- Where are you going?

I said get out.

But where are you going?

I'm f***ing going to Australia.

Out of my way.

Ma, Micky said f*** again.

Ma, Micky's going to Australia.

Would you not take me with you, Son?

Send us a postcard, Son.

Can I have Micky's room, Ma?

We'll see.

My Auntie Rita had no husband,

no children.

She was wedded

to the good Lord, she said.

God knows what he did

to deserve someone like her.

I'll be with you in a wee second.

Missed you down the pictures.

I've seen everything

you've been showing.

Ain't that the truth, lover boy?

Started to think you were ignoring me.

Some chance.

- I'm here, Butch.

- What bloody time do you call this?

I'm sorry. My mum took me away.

I thought the peelers had you, partner.

I thought I was on my own again.

Come on.

Come on, Butch!

Come on!

Come on, Butch!

Come on, take my hand!

What are you doing?

- Aghh! What was that for?

- Don't be such a girl.

Ow, frig! Here, give us your hand.

Ow!

Me and you's blood brothers now,

for life.

What? You're not right in the head.

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