Don't Shoot the Piano Player

He was effing late! Wanker! I’d told him I had to be somewhere. Bet he didn’t think it was a piano lesson. Still trying to think where I’ll stash it. It’s under the mattress with the mags at the mo. She won’t look there again. Her face! Didn’t say owt though. I know it’s risky, but I need the stuff. Too much pressure. You’ve got to have a bit of something that does you good, haven't you?

To.
Take.
The.
Edge.
Off.

Grade 8 tomorrow, I can do it on my head but that won’t stop mum. You have been practising, haven’t you? As if. Anyway, this guy. Tank gave me his moby number. I hope he’s stand up and can keep it coming. God, he took so long. 20 minutes late, fux-ache! Outside the lavs by the cricket ground, well dodgy, couple of hopefuls gave me the once over. I gave them the finger. Waiting … I hate it. It was like that song Granddad’s always on about…. Who does it? Velvet Underpants or something. Saddo! Anyway, better show my face downstairs. Mum’s given me the I’m trying not to shout summons.. Gotta go now, or I predict a riot. Ha, ha! Bet sis is grassing me up for something already.