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weeks before. Gina left her pink iPhone in the newly-built utility room ironically enough thrown on top of some dirty duvet cov-
ers – he hadn’t even heard of dating apps for phones a kind of Hailo for getting your hole. It might’ve only been a chat with this Paul fel-
“Bottler staggered out of a doorway looking like a Grade-A psycho who’d
la but it still hurt like fuck to know she could’ve been that lonely or desperate after 22 years. Now this knucklehead of a natterbean was punching on his phone just like she’d done with Candy Crush. There was probably a junkie app as well, swaying thumb tacks on Google Maps for those desperate for a hit. He’d made
snap yer fingers off quicker than a fat kid at de zoo would break up a Kit Kat.”
a good few stops after all, no such thing as convenience or coincidence in their cosmos of chaos. “You can pay me what you owe and get out of the car.”
out of his mobile phone.
“Don’t be freaking the beak,” he said, “Jaysus I’m natterbean in a queue the size of a black man’s mickey, It’s pure mayhem! They’re mak- ing everyone down it in front of the nurse on account of dem wackos keeping it in their gobs and spitting it out into plastic cups to sell out- side. Here, there’s thirty euro and I need one more favour in Ringsend.”
“No way, no way, I’m not a scummer, not like dat bud, no way.” He could see him now in
the mirror pulling at a sausage shape in his crotch. He’d heard about heroin making them extra fertile and methadone making ye horny, it was an endless cycle of new drugs and new wombs full of babies. To think that him and Gina planned their sprog right from when her ovaries were steaming, up to the Camengo Lollipops & Animals wallpaper he’d ordered from France as a surprise after she’d done the big heave-ho. Didn’t even wet Sindy’s head so he’d be there, bolder soldier by her side.
Is this what she’d been doing too, sending him off on “little jobs” as she called them, all over the city, cut price curtains in Debenhams, a parasol in Woodies, while yer man was mess- ing with her plumbing controls at home?
He waited til the stitches healed enough to let her home in his taxi laced with cerise bal-
“Are you dealing skank and using me as a Mup- pet to drive you around?” He barked at natter- bean, who was once again, punching the shit
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