Friday, 26 November 2010

Music Club LXII

Justin: I’m not coming back to the club, if that’s why you’re here. I want it to end.

Bull: We only need to fool Flinchy for a little bit longer. Then you’ll have your whole life ahead of you.

Justin: There are other colleges

Bull: Not if you’re homeless

Justin: My folks will understand

Bull: How’d you burn that arm?

Justin: Dropped a saucepan

Bull: Don’t be stupid, Justin

Justin: You’re calling me Justin now?

Bull: I know it’s not your real name, but it’s kinda grown on me

Justin: I’m trying to do the right thing

Bull: It’s a little late for that. Anyway, Flinchy likes the club. Why spoil his fun?

Justin: Cos I don’t want to feel guilty anymore

Bull: If you were gonna tell him, you’d have done it ages ago

Justin: Doesn’t mean I have to play along with the lies

Bull: Fine, don’t come to the club. But I’m not gonna let you fuck up your life. If you aren’t in Flinchy’s class tomorrow, I’ll give you something worse than that burn to think about.

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