- You've got to come with me, he said eagerly, pulling me by the arm. - I want a McDonalds!
I followed him through the streets of Belfast. It was funny watching his large shambling frame all clean and clothed for a change.
He talked excitedly about how he missed meat and was looking forward to "masticating a cow". He kept repeating that phrase.
I wondered what had brought about the change in him but didn't want to ask.
I felt really happy for him sitting at McDonald's as he wolfed down three Big Macs and licked his fingers clean at the end.
It was a really good day up until he boked all over the show. Something to do with his body not being used to meat proteins. He couldn't hold it down. Poor guy. It would have been okay but he boked in some wee kid's hair and his da wanted a fight. I told him if he started anything his kid would be going home with a da with no teeth. The kid burst into tears and started screaming "DON'T HIT MY DAD!"
Poor kid, anyway we fucked off at high speed after that.
