Had a good friend over from New York this past weekend. He’s stayed on in NY to work and get his Masters. Before NY we were mates at university in shithole High Wycombe where we lived with a couple of other lads in a rat-welcoming kip of a house. We’d a great weekend – the same old fun ‘n’ games that we’ve always enjoyed.
Coked off his tits!
Saturday we were drinking outside at the Big Chill Bar on Brick Lane with a few guys and girls. It was a cool night up until some bear of a man homed in on a couple of the girls and intimidated them with some crazy drugged up sexual advances. I stepped in to allow the girls an escape, which they made a bit quicker than I’d expected, leaving me dwarfed in the shadow of the coked-up Bear. I offered to shake his hand so as to let him know the girls were in my territory. He didn’t really give two fucks about my territory and instead accepted my handshake as an offer of solidarity. Now the Bear thought I was on his side. Still crushing my hand he whispered,
“…Nobody knows about us… We’re invisible… We’re gonna slay these girls…”
“Huh?! Gonna lay them? I don’t think so mate!”
“…Naaaah… SLAY them… No one knows about us… We could kill these girls… No one knows… Take this bitch…”
, he points at the girl I’ve just been chatting to,
“We could kill this bitch and no one needs to know… You’ve seen Dexter… Me and you… We’d get away with it…”
I turned my head to look up into the crazy Bear’s psycho eyes to see if he was joking. He was off his head but not joking.
Pause. I’m in control. I’m in control. Show no fear.
“Listen I’m with these girls and you can’t say stuff like that.”
Show the Bear no fear.
“… I’m sorry mate… I didn’t know u were with them…” said the Bear as he turned jauntily on his heels and barrelled his way back inside the bar.
Thank God for that.
A word of warning to anyone drinking around the Big Chill – you’re in Bear territory. The biggest, wildest-looking fucker there is also a cold psychopath. If you see him, run for the hills.
