The post brought me two letters, both interviews for jobs I've applied for. Both call centre shit but I can do the training and fuck off before I have to start the post.
My protege was waiting for me in Stranmillis today. I was glad to see him because I was eager to undo any damage meeting Hot Baby Roy might have done. I shouldn't have been worried.
"That guy was a wanker," my Protege said.
"He can be okay," I said, "try not to become like him."
"I won't I've got you teaching me how to be the coolest," he said (thereabouts). "Last night I was getting pished with my mates and we kicked fuck out of someone. Just some dick who was walking around minding his own business."
I hit him a boot up the hole.
"What the fuck was that for?" he said.
I dug him in the guts.
"There, you don't like getting beat up for fuck all," I said. "Neither did he, that's today's lesson."
"We gave him a worse kicking than that," he said.
Then I put him in a head lock and gave him a duck egg. He ran away crying.
