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Old 09-30-2008, 11:36 PM
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A NIGHT OUT WITH THE BOYS...

A Night With Ice and the Coyote Boys.


We call ourselves the Coyotes. They're like dogs ain't they? Wild though; stick together, look after each other but if you ain't one of us better look out... Know what I mean? You'd better fucking look out 'cos if we've got ourselves worked up and it's night and there is like, you know, somethin' to be done, somethin' that needs to go down, then yous might get it. Yeah, yous might well fucking get some.

Think I'm full of it don't ya? You think I'm bull shitting; maybe we only just do a bit of scaring like, maybe only bullying other kids, doin' a bit of weed, a bit of coke, a bit of speed maybe or just on the cider like those dopey kids you see sitting on the swings in the parks and all excited thinking they're somethin' when they're not. You'd be wrong there, that's all I'm sayin'.

No, I'll do more than just say that; say 'you'd be wrong there' and leave it cos I know you still be doubtin' me and me boys got what it takes to be somethin' in our territory. It is our territory and that's no mistake; like those real Coyotes we mark it out except not by pissing on trees; nah, we'll mark it out with fear, they know, those other gangs know they can't get away with nothin' unless it goes past us first around 'ere or there will be trouble.

There's only six of us in the group that matter; Ginger, Mut, Baz, Jackal, Hyper and me, Ice. They call me Ice cos I'm cold and don't show what I am thinking and just do shit and don't sit around wonderin' what's gonna happen if what's gonna happen when. Fuck that, what's the point in all that? That'd be why I'm the boss of us, I'm the leader. I'm eighteen years old and Jackal and Hyper are twenty and twenty-one but I've been the king for a year now and they follow me like a pack and I like that. I like that. If I say it goes, it goes, simple. If you wanna leave, if you wanna go to another gang maybe then it better be a long long way away where me or the other Coyotes can't sniff ya or we'll smoke ya boy, we'll but a bullet in your head or we'll a stick knife in your heart. It'd be quick, maybe. Since you done some service I wouldn't stretch it out for ya, I wouldn't make you squiggle and squeal though I like to see all that, I like to see it leaving, the life, like to see the last fight of a dying dog.

Better get back to what I was getting at, you know, about the proof we're not just a bunch of wanna be's on the swings, bullying other kids, maybe getting ourselves a bit of local pussy cos all the chicks that want a ride - still at school, dressing all sexy, wanting some action, if they look ready they're ready know what I mean? - think we're big, dangerous, though we never done nothin' real and we're just all talk. I hate those bastards, they ain't even worth bothering with as they're never carrying nothin' anyway - drugs, knives, shooters - so there's no point unless they trespass, like, on our interests.

"You always using those long words Ice." Goes Jackal. 'E's not so smart and doesn't know where I get it all from. "'Trespass'. That means, like, stepping over the line, yeah, goin' where they shouldn't, doin' shit that....how do ya say it..?"

"Interferes mate. Stuff that interferes with our interests." I look 'im in the eye, he's stoned as a fucker, we're just relaxing round his flat playing computer games, getting high. "I listen to how the smart one's speak in the movies and learn from them. You know I like a bit of everything, my uncle had this DVD collection and there's all these old movies and so I'd watch 'em all before my life got more busy."

"What, like what kind of movies?"

"Stuff. Not just gangster shit, kung fu shit all that, not just porn and stuff. Real stories and people you can believe in." It was then I thought it wos only in those movies I'd ever seen people I could believe in and felt like laughing but didn't.

"You're uncle got banged up didn't 'e?" Mut says, playing with 'is game pad like it wos 'is cock or somethin', staring at what was happening on the giant screen tv like it was his whole world like.

"Yeah, and I'm not sure if he was my uncle neither. Anyway you are going to stop asking me questions about my family, I've told you already that stuff is out of bounds."

It was the night we first started to get famous and that's why I remember it. Everyone was a bit nervy so we wos drinking and getting high. There were bottles of spirits around and it wos a bit, how do you say it? A bit 'seedy' I guess; Baz was messin' around with some bird e'd picked up in the bedroom, Hyper wos just arguing with 'is bird on 'is mobile calling her all kinds of shit. There was this energy, it was like the walls couldn't hold us and we'd have be let our cage or we'd start killing each other.

"Ah fuck, luv it, see 'is brains go all over the wall, fucking luv it.." Mut was saying as he watched the screen like a child or an idiot maybe.

"We done stuff nearly as bad eh?" Ginger says; he's my age, we went to the same school; we didn't stay there long. Memories: blood on concrete, bags with stolen stuff inside instead of books.

"Yeah, shut up. Told ya, we don't have little chats, we ain't fucking nattering away like birds. We do it but we don't 'ave little talks I told you that..."

I know it's better that way, it's better to stay quiet. Not 'cos people might be listening but it's good to keep what's in your head quiet. Don't let pictures bother you, don't play little movies all the time and think about the ending. I'm trying to teach 'em but they sometimes don't listen; the thing about real Coyotes is they don't chat about the kill before it and after it and all that. They walk out into the night and know what they must do to stay alive and what keeps 'em all going as a gang, group - they don't even question what they are.

Hyper told me about them. They were Asians; Chinese, Japanese, fucking Hong Kongese I don't know. I 'adn't seen 'em; didn't know we 'ad many that looked like that around our territory. I knew there were a few but they just 'ad their fucking takeaways or whatever chinky business they 'ad and they were nothing to us. I like a nice Chinese takeaway as much as the next man. Problem wos, from what Hyper was sayin -and others in the pack also backed up 'is words that were not always that reliable - there were some lads now, they 'ad some decent wheels and would just sort of drive around, sit about in McDonald's speaking chinky language. He said they might be students and maybe they even 'adn't been in the country that long. Well, we don't want too many chinkies around looking like they own the place and so when I was told about the yellow fellas I started to get ideas.

Anyways we're pretty fucking out of it and we know that if we see any of 'em that night that was going to be it. Sitting inside Baz's done up Mondeo, we just 'ad to do somethin'. It wos at times like these that I liked to imagine that we really were, like, Coyotes and it was some empty place, like the places where all the rats are and broken old factories near where my place is but even emptier, you know? Like on the nature programmes (but I'd never tell those bastards I watch 'em and that is where I got the name of the gang!), there's no light and we can sees in the dark and we're just prowling around and could just go on all night 'till we see something worth 'aving a go at.

There he was, all alone, walkin' along listening to 'is MP3. It wos a good one too, an I-Pod, and none of us 'ad an I-Pod so it was a little bit of, how do you say it? A bit of an 'incentive', yeah, that's it. The chink's looking sort of happy, like 'is life wos going nicely and suppose you could say I was a bit jealous when I saw that. I think we all thought somethin' like that but nobody said anything of course.

"There, it's one of the yellow bastards, fucking jackpot." So goes Jackal. I named 'im that, another nature programme I'm afraid.

"Let's get im in the car!" Shouts Hyper.

It was probably im saying that wot made it wot it was in the end; made it as serious as it got, as interesting as it got that lead to our reputation getting made even beyond our territory. I wos thinking we'd do 'im in badly but not finish 'im and leave 'im down an alley. The street was empty and I didn't see nobody and with all of us at 'im he would of got messed up but he wouldn't have been a kill. I suppose I was thinking about Coyotes again too and ow they'll kill, they don't just go around beating up chinks and stealing their fucking I-Pods. No, this would send a message, all the filthy cunts 'ud stay out of our territory if we went all the way.

"Alright." I said. It all went silent and I knew they were afraid and that Hyper didn't really think I'd do it. "Give 'im one in the belly too to make 'im quiet and we'll take 'im to the old shed."

The way I like it, no discussion. I watched 'em from the car. The fucker doesn't even see it coming; Hyper knocks his head with a bat and 'e falls backwards quickly, then Ginger gives 'im a little jab in the belly like 'es just playing. I was sort of proud of Ginger as e's always watching - like I wos doing that night - and I'd been telling 'im 'e'd better get more involved or there would be trouble and there 'e wos doing as 'e wos told like a good little Coyote.

The old shed is our place to go when something 'special' needs to be done. There's lots of empty places like that around where I live but this place 'as something about it and nobody ever goes near and if they do then we'd find out about it. We keep gear there - that's drugs and weapons and shit - all kinds of stuff we might need that we don't want people messing with. It's all secure and locked up and we've put quite a lot of work into making it like it is - home like. Anyways we get there and out the chink comes squealing a bit now and bleeding quite a bit. They're all giggling - at 'im and me cos I'm wearing the MP3 and saying that e's got some good music on it for a chinky. We takes 'im inside and put 'im on this old table we got in there that we use for sorting gear out (both kinds) and just sort of leave 'im there 'cos 'e's stopped struggling after Ginger gives 'im another bosh ('e wos doing me proud that night). We start looking at 'is bag that's got a lap top and a lovely I-Phone and that and I make another joke about being a Yuppie now with all this shit and they don't get it.

"What's a Yuppie Ice?" Mut goes.

"Forget it," I says. "It wos just in this movie I saw. Forget it. Finish 'im of will ya, I want to see if he's got any games on this."

I opened the lap top and acted cool but they knew I'd never killed nobody neither but no one wos gonna start asking questions now. I got the thing going but it needed a password.

"Eh, is 'e still speaking I need the fucking password for this thing."

"Nah, he's out of it. How we gonna do it Ice?" Ginger says, he looks pretty hyped up like Hyper is supposed to. 'E's going with it and I'm thinking 'e might very well turn out to be my number two, even though he was young like me the older one's had no passion. No fucking passion.

"You know where the shooter is don't ya?"

"Yeah!" His eyes look like I said we was going for some ice-cream, he knew he 'ad to get the go ahead from me before we used it.

There was some messing around with the metal box we got in there for all our most precious items and then he pulls out the pistol. Just as 'e was walking over I took it out 'is hands.

"You facking think I was goin' to let you have the pleasure?" I says. There wos no way I wos goin' to let the word get out that I 'ad just sat around playing with the Chink's MP3 all night when we went all they way on some fucker. No way.

It wos heavy, in the games you never feel it in your 'ands like that. I wos wondering if it would all splash like it does in the computer game so we put 'im up against a wall; 'e wos still moving about a bit like 'e wos in a bad dream or somethin'. It wos so easy, just a little squeeze and 'SPLAT!'. Dead China man. They'd told me it wos a nice gun and I'll 'ave to congratulate the gentleman who provided me with the weapon; very nice action. The mess was not as much as the game but it still looked good.

Well, I wasn't going to let you go without tellin' you; you needed proof and you've seen all the stuff on tv and the newspapers and that and there is no way I could of known all that stuff unless it wos the Coyotes that did it.
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Old 10-01-2008, 08:17 AM
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That is “the lost generation ", what you write is real or only fiction. It is dangerous for the teens to join the gang. I hope my children will not be in this situation.
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Old 10-03-2008, 10:57 PM
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This is what happens without a welfare state for the fatherless.

Nice writing Andy.
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Old 10-12-2008, 11:44 AM
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Whose (<the possessive case of who and often of which)worse F -troop or the cayotes? Maybe we should ask Ginger from Petticoat Junction.













Perhaps the margin should include some Lexicology.
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Old 10-12-2008, 10:11 PM
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you need to learn basic english before you try advanced my dear; you talk gibberish mostly - gibberish, unfortunately, is seldom witty and rarely profound (as you seem to wish it to be).
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Speak for yourself Andy. Curses and leaving out letters to show the apostrophe feat replaces it isn't awesome creativity; plus telling us how dangerous the little boys are does not impress me in the least.


I never said you couldn't write. But if your attitude insists that everyone else should write according to your standards surely the entire literary and journalistic world would be doomed and lost forever.

I don't write my best stuff here and most writers wouldn't either!!!!!
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Old 10-12-2008, 11:27 PM
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Ouch. You hit a soft spot Andy.
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Speak for yourself Andy. Curses and leaving out letters to show the apostrophe feat replaces it isn't awesome creativity; plus telling us how dangerous the little boys are does not impress me in the least.


I never said you couldn't write. But if your attitude insists that everyone else should write according to your standards surely the entire literary and journalistic world would be doomed and lost forever.

I don't write my best stuff here and most writers wouldn't either!!!!!
Wow. I almost understood that!
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