I Was In
I left them all in the woods and slouched my way home. Stopped at the back door, shared a fag with big bro.
“What’s up with you then,” he said.
“I’m fed up, no money, crap mates - sick of it!”
Joe took a long drag of his fag, flicking the dog end into Mum’s plant pot. I glanced at the kitchen window. No sign. There would have been a right shouting match if she’d been around. Not that Joe cared, he had a right swagger now that he was working for Big Harry. (Not that Harry was big, a wee runt of a guy, but powerful, ran the local Young Mayfield Cru.)
“I could put a word in for you,” said Joe. “Mind you’d have to toe the line, do some dirty work and keep your mouth shut”. I agreed and couldn’t wait for the call to come. The text came that night, after midnight .
“Meet me at the docks in half an hour - don’t keep me hanging around.”
Big Harry was standing by his fancy motor, I was shaking a bit, but excited and desperate to get started. A real job, money for fags, new gear, girls.
“There’s not much to you,” he said. “Can you keep your mouth shut? Your brother said you can drive.”
I nodded again.
“Right,“ he said and got into the Merc.
Next day: “You’re on tonight , your first job, bro, don’t mess up or you’ll have me to answer to as well as Big Harry.”
We met at the docks at midnight. I was petrified but the adrenaline was up and I was excited. About 4.00am, I was directed through unfamiliar streets to a deserted nightclub - no lights, no one around.
My two silent passengers, hooded and masked, got out. Ten minutes later they returned, carrying a hold-all, laughing. They jumped into the back seats.
“A piece of piss,” they said. “No security!” They whooped and joked and kidded
each other all the way back to the docks. I dropped the car off as arranged and made my way home.
The mixture of dread and excitement left me as I walked home. My new life had begun. I was in.