3Where you goin, Roadkill?
Jimmy Weir was a hollow-eyed psychopath from Govanhill in Glasgow, not yet thirteen. He arrived in Eastburn Childreen's Institute when Ross was ten years old.
Way bigger than he had any right to be, bigger even that some of the fifteen-year-olds, it was whispered Weir had been transferred from another children's home after an incident that involved a craft knife and a teacher that'd lost several pints of blood. Still a few years shy of qualifying for a stay in Polmont, the young offender's institute in Glasgow, Weir had somehow landed in Eastburn, and had quickly established himself as the number one headcase on his first day by comprehensively knocking f**k out of Shug Owen, who'd until that point been the resident number one hardman.
Geez yer fuckin dessert,
