NBF nodded, as if he already knew. Was the fucker playing with me, I wondered. Maybe he was part of DeWayne’s gang after all, and he’d been shitting me all this time. What the f**k had I got into?He told me to carry on.
He told me to carry on.I was s**t scared by the threats, I told him, s**t scared. So, I bought a razor-sharp kitchen knife and oven spray because I knew he was coming for me. Don’t know how I knew. I didn’t see or hear or smell him, but I just knew he was there, so when this big black fucker burst into my flat, I was able to fight him off, took a punch or two, but then I gave him a squirt of the good stuff, the oven spray, and then slashed open his throat! And good f*****g riddance, as he bled to death on my hall carpet.
I was s**t scared by the threats, I told him, s**t
