04-22-2015, 05:07 PM
I was in bed when the door knocked. I say 'knocked,' but it was more of an incessant pounding, that sounded/felt like it was in danger of dislodging the very foundations of my brand new home. curious of the commotion, I stealthily snuck into the master bedroom to take a peep out through open window at the scene below. four of the local teenage thugs, clad in drainpipe jeans and bother boots, were deep in heated debate with my mother about the possible consequences of my eight year old brother punching the devil's spawn in his brimstoned hooter. my mum, never one to take any type of intimidation lying down (especially from the skinhead Gestapo), was giving the lads what for with a pointy finger and even sharper tongue.
Last edited by Menelaus; 04-25-2015 at 10:34 AM..
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