Just a little touch up

Silent and deadly, they moved and changed the scene, first it was all usual people, the usual suspects, a variety of shoppers going about their business. Rumours abounded through the night, teeny boppers, vanished the next day, parents scream to the halls of justice, but no-one listened, I’d have to say they did, but no-one answered. Truth is a funny thing, you can be told or hear something, but you never know if it’s true or not, so you just go about your business. There’s always the rumour mill, and signposts to light the way, teeny boppers one day, Mulattoes the next, next day, hulking meatheads saying “ Beatings”, and no- one game to say a word, if they did, 35 heaving Mincy Boys bashed their way into your house and threatened the family. That was the way they worked, otherwise it was the surreptitious break and enter, then leave and not even a trace. Their’s was the hard language, the constant threat of death, the total lack of emotion and empathy.

Waking up with a sore shoulder, a burn on the back of the hand, the open window in the morning, the shrill catcalls of rubbing salt into the wound. A thousand stories that were all probably untrue, so you had to wait and watch, garner some evidence, get a photo, and then you could say, “Go fuck yourself loser”, to the brain dead idiot that claimed that it was all lies. Nothing happened out there, well there’s the photo, and you’ve been running around, appearing before the crowds, saying there’s nothing to the story, it was all in your imagination. The running tirade of abuse, the tight knit formations of cars streaming into the city, the wail of sirens. Ordinary Mum’s and Dad’s had no comprehension of the way they worked and lived, they lived for few items, few and far between, but they had to have their Meth, had to have it or they were dead, so they would even “Dob”, their own mates in to the Cops, just to get that $55 so that they could buy a little “Baggie”, that would get them through the day. Their’s was the big score, lots of money that would see them through long periods of time where they did not have to sacrifice their time, where they would not have to do another’s bidding. Some made it big, but they were few and far between, and the bulk of the majority subsisted on a few dollar’s a day, enough to pay their dealer, but the next day, it was the hamster wheel again, ever going round and round and not caring, that they were tearing the innards of society to pieces.