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| English Slacker chapter twenty-eight | |
| By chrismorton | ||||
| 01 July 2008 | ||||
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When I got to the house, It’s What You Wanna Be (Cut the Crap) by Nictane was playing on my walkman which is a well heavy song and I was kinda slightly singing to it and remember realising, like as I knocked on the door, that it’d probably be a good idea to shut up. I turned off my walkman and everything went quiet, abruptly, and actually, hate to admit it but I felt a little bit scared all of a sudden. Like, what the hell was I doing there standing outside this drug dealer’s house? The door opened and Duncan’s dealer was standing there with a drying up cloth in his hand looking at me as if to say, “Who the fuck are you?” While there was me standing there looking back at him wondering what the hell I was supposed to say. I was like, “Umm,” and, “Hey are you…” but then realising that I’d forgotten his name (and actually wasn’t sure if I’d ever known his name in the first place: I’d seen him before and that but Duncan had always referred to him as, “I’ve gotta go and see my dealer,”) I figured that asking him if he was who I knew damn well he was, was a stupid question anyway so I just said, “Hey, I’m a friend of Duncan’s.” He stared at me, sort of like interrogatively a bit, and then said, “Who the fuck is Duncan?” and I remember it was hard to tell if he was joking or angry or whatever. I said, “He buys stuff off you sometimes… long hair, about twenty, comes from Bracksea?” And he replied, “Look mate I don’t know what you’re talking about,” and then just sort of stood there as if he was waiting for me to say something else, and actually then it seemed like he was about to close the door on me, so I said, “I know Alex and Paul too,” (dunno why; that just sort of came out). I waited for a response for what seemed like ages before Duncan’s dealer suddenly started laughing and was like, “Alex and Paul?” sort of sarcastically, and then said, “Bloody hell!” I remember I could hear the sound of a TV in the background playing a cartoon or something and there was the also the noise of a baby which was, I dunno, a sort of gurgling sort of sound; it wasn’t crying or anything but I could still tell it was a baby. Duncan’s dealer shouted back into the house, sarcastically again, saying, “Some guy says he knows Alex and Paul and wants to buy something from me.” A woman then came to the door. She had tattoos and piercings – bit of a shit description I know but that’s pretty much all I remember about her; apart from that she also had long black hair, which was wet – and was holding a baby that was sucking on a dummy. The woman said, “Oh for God’s sake Tim, stop teasing him,” and, “He’s just a kid.” Then Tim (assuming that was his name now; it was either Tim or Tom) looked back at me and smiled and raised his eyes saying, “Okay, I guess you’d better come in.”
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