Dear Miffy Read Free Page B

house could have any idea about my life. I thought I must have been a Martian to you. It never crossed my mind that you’d care about someone like me. So that’s why I told you to fuck off.
    Sorry.
    Anyway, fuck this letter, too. I’ve had enough of this writing shit. Might give it the ass I think.
    Nightie-night, Miff.
    Tony
    Dear Miff,
    Geez, I feel like shit tonight, Miff. I mean everything’s shit these days but some days are worse than others and this is bad, bad, bad.
    Seems like the nights are the worst times.
    How does it all work, Miff? I don’t understand it at all, not one little bit.
    There’s fuck all to do at this place. Like, there’s a pool table, nothing else. And that’s pretty hacked from blokes stuffing around with it. The computer’s totally hacked. I’ve got my CD but the batteries have had it, and you’re not allowed to use the things, what do you call them, those three little holes in the wall where you plug stuff in? I mean, people do, but you just get in more trouble.
    I was thinking about my uncle and aunt, you know. I don’t even know where they are any more. I don’t care a helluva lot either, but that’s another matter. After the stabbing they went apeshit. You can’t blame them for that, of course. But it’s not like I killed her or anything. You’d think I had, the way they turned it on. My uncle, when they bailed me, he took me back to their place and beat the crap out of me. I mean, full on. I knew I couldn’t fight back, I just had to take it. I mean, he’d been a boxer, you know. Did I ever tell you that? Twenty-eight fights, fifteen wins, two draws, two disqualifications, nine losses. He got knocked out six times. Like, that’s a lot of knock-outs. I reckon it fucked him up a bit, fucked his brain up, but you reckon I’d ever say that to him?
    He really could punch. I had to go back to the cop shop for an interview the next day and I had bruises all over. My head was the size of a watermelon. The cop said, ‘Been in another fight, have you?’ and I just said, ‘Yeah’ and he didn’t say nothing, he knew, he just looked at my uncle and my uncle didn’t say nothing neither, just sat there looking at the wall, and the cop said, ‘You ought to be more careful,’ but I don’t know who he was talking to, me or me uncle. Cos me uncle, he had a few mates in the force, he knew quite a lot of them.
    Bastards.
    It’s not like they were real bad, my uncle and aunt, I’m not saying that. I mean you’ve got to see it from their point of view. They never had no kids of their own, and it’s not like they wanted to and couldn’t, like some people: it’s because they didn’t want any. And then suddenly along comes this kid who gets shoved on them just because his old man wants to go off and fuck some young chick. And I know I’m not that easy to get on with. Like, I know some of the stuff I do really shits some people. I know that. They didn’t like my music, and the stuff I wanted to watch on TV, not that I’m into TV much, but sometimes there’d be something good, like that ‘Rats Unplugged’ concert.
    They didn’t like the stuff I did to my hair, and the rings and shit, and some of my mates, Nick and Ali for instance, they didn’t think much of them, neither. For a while they banned my mates from the house. If my mates came around they had to stay outside, like, I had to go and talk to them out in the street. Good one, hey? Did a real lot for my social life.
    Then, after the stabbing, I was grounded something bad. I couldn’t see why really. I mean, it’s not like I was some uncontrollable maniac who was going to go around the streets killing people. I only stabbed her cos of me dad and all that. I just lost my head. Before that I’d been on a curfew of nine o’clock school nights, and midnight weekends, which