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as i said, three years later.
down the island now. paddys or stephens or whit, one of the weekends everyone does be home for
theres only one nightclub on the island. its the builder's end of the island, not the buck's. oh that matters. matters so that the buck hasnt set foot past his own village since. most of the lads able to batter you around the place would have work off our builder now or again and that matters too. but eventually he has to brave it, weve long forgotten the story and we're home and we're going down on the minibus after our local closes like its 1998 again.
after we arrive in, our boy is in fits. every look he gets from a local, hes dying. agonied. internal monologue flaying him. everyone knows. course they do. theyre all watching me. the dirty rag. the animal. the shower curtain and all. left it that way. his mother is very decent god help her though.
he hardly opens his mouth all night to anyone, waiting for something to kick off.
builder is in the place at some stage. was over talking to one or two in the group, waved a hi to all. all friends here. did he flicker over the buck a moment? hard to say.
the buck essays a few noncommittal words. ok. no furious outburst. no just ignoring him. standard responses, short but the man was never a talker. fuck.
fuck, the relief. its going fine. oh god thank fuck. jesus. shouldve come down since. shouldve gone over the next day. brought flowers or some shit for the girls if nothing else, but time passes, hes a busy man. important man. water under bridges. lots on his mind.
i hear hes rented twenty houses up there now. jesus he probably lost count of gaffs wrecked one way or another. or yknow man of the world, weve all had our wild nights god knows. say no more fan chrisht dont carry on over it.
oh jesus its fine. oh i was dreading it.
all night the group ebbs and flows and not a cross word anyone to anyone. by the time the lights come on and we stand for the anthem our man is fully back to his usual self, relaxed and chatting away all round.
builder up to leave. handshakes all round, nothing to intimate hes a guy we know from school nothing closer.
his hand falls into the buck's.
clenches like a vice in a warrior clasp.
hauls him physically up and over the table (the buck is very slight- bought his wranglers in the girls section upstairs at faddens until he was well into his late teens. he denies it yet but i was there) and wraps him in an assured and intimate embrace.
other hand encloses him and draws the back of his head so that his ear is right up against island builder killer lips which hissssssssss iknowwhatyoudidtomyhouseyoucunnntttt and drops him like a wrung rag to the floor of club. exit builder, face like granite and jaw set to kill a fucker in his way.
the buck doesnt gain composure enough to carry himself out, two of us have to do it.
only three of us have any idea why, everyone else in the group mystified to this day. weve let them think it was over a woman- would be in character for both parties, and that way mine and coalbuckets's wives (present on night) dont have to think about how he caused two grand worth of damage to an ensuite with his bodily fluids at the turn of the millenium.
― deems of internment (darraghmac), Friday, 8 November 2019 01:02 (four years ago) link
two months pass...
seven months pass...
ten months pass...
four months pass...
A dumb story - A friend of mine fell for a guy who lived in New York, he came to London to visit her for the first time to and stay in her little flat in Shepherd's Bush. So he gets there all fine and well, and the next morning she goes off to work, our guy shakes off his jet lag, goes and takes a poop and for some reason, it absolutely would not flush away and remained determinedly buoyant.
So he's panicking all day about how to cope with getting this poo situation squared away.
In the end, it's all fine, everyone laughs about it later, but as a result, we started to wonder if there was perhaps some sort of compatibility issues between US and UK poo, like a kinda PAL vs NTSC thing? And if he'd have to start eating London food for it to work out.
― Maresn3st, Tuesday, 16 November 2021 00:22 (two years ago) link