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The meeting at the park
The Skillers are packing up their sparse equipment. Janokovic and Matt helps
them.
"We have to party tonight."
Eik and Bibi have just returned.
"We’ve got booze and crisps for everyone. We bought two bottles of Jack
Daniels and as many cans of beer as we could carry. ”
“You can just sleep at ours, lads. My new friends. Let's move on to the
park, then we can score some grass of the rastas there," says Dan, who’s getting
more and more drunk. His narrow, hollow-cheeked face has now got a distinct,
reddish hue around his face, and his eyes are blank and empty.
The group begins to move towards the park. Eugene walks by himself for a little
bit, thinking. The story doesn’t add up. It’s not plausible that their "new friends"
have won the money at a casino in Brighton.
"This is where we live. Bibi showed it to me back in the day. A bloody nice place,
perfect for the summer."
They are at the end of the theatre street, on the opposite side of one of the eight
entrances leading in to the park. On the street where they stand, are a few
souvenir shops, an Indian restaurant, a kebab place and a large kiosk. Close to
the Tube station is approximately 50 meters from the entrance.
"Bibi and I took over the place after my old boyfriend and his rastafari crew-"
Maria stops herself, as if she had said too much and hides her laugh.
"But girl, tell him about the guy and his crew of crazy rastas," Bibi interjects,
also laughing.
"Okay, I might as well." Maria continues talking. “Okay, my ex use to sell ganja,
and occasionally cocaine, here in the park, and the coppers were constantly on
their backs, and after some time they gave up selling drugs, and they have been
staying in different warehouses ever since.”
"Haha, well it’s hard out here for hustler" Janokovic replies cheekily. “It would
be nice you could get some smoke for us.”
Eik agrees and continues: "We also have a couple of rastas we know in Brighton,
but they mostly keep to themselves in something called "Herring Street".
