job at Foleys. He took me down in the van to see Mr Simmonds. ‘I know he cant work out front,’ he says, ‘looking like that and everything, but he sticks at things. He likes routine and the only stuff hell try and nick are ciggies.’ Mr Simmonds hes a bald and skinny bastard. I could head butt him I reckon no sweat. He turned out okay though.
‘You look after him,’ he says to Wally on the first day. ‘Well give the poor bugger a go, but make sure he works. Were not a charity organisation.’
‘Well its not rocket bloody science is it,’ says Wally.
Wallys not a bad bastard. Shauns more of a selfish bastard. Hes always talking about rooting the checkout girls. Stands at the plastic screen to the aisles and watches them with his hand in his pocket. ‘Could do some butting there, eh Toby,’ he says. Hes a lazy bastard. Likes to get out of the vegetable shed and into the aisles pretending to stock stuff up. ‘So cold in here even the carrots can’t keep a fucken hard on,’ he says. He knows I could head butt him.
I started serious head butting in my first foster in Wanganui. One bastard son and three of us fostered. The son gave us hell. Chimp he called me. Hed walk past with his legs bowed out and knuckles in armpits. He used to kick the shit out of us when his father wasnt kicking the shit out of us. I cant remember the names or faces of the other two foster kids. They were usually hiding. I says to the bastard one night, ‘How about a bull fight. You know, on hands and knees and then bloody charge.’ I broke the bastards nose. His father kicked the shit out of me, eh. I got taken away to other fosters. Youve got to have something youre fucken good at though. I found it with that bastard. I go in hard, over and over. I dont care if I die doing it. No bastard takes me on in head butting now much. Not if they know me. Im pretty much left alone in the Home now. At night sometimes I kneel up and rock so that my head just touches the wall. I can keep it up for hours. I like it. Fuck knows why. ‘Youre a sad little prick,’ says Saa. Hes okay.
The new guy in the butchery at Foleys didnt know me. He came through the supermarket to see me. Pulled the plastic strip curtain back at the entrance to the vegetable shed. ‘This the cretin then?’ he says.
‘Go back where you belong,’ says Wally, but the big bastard laughed.
‘I hear the fucker cant even read,’ he says. I can too. Paul hes called. He kept giving me a hard time. All the time calling me cretin and that I never had a root in my life. I never have.
‘I could head butt the bastard,’ I says to Wally and Shaun.
‘Take no bloody notice, Toby,’ says Wally. ‘Keep away from him,’ but Shaun reckoned I should head butt the bastard.
‘You show him, Toby boy,’ he says. ‘Cant have the meat boys crowing over us, eh.’
Shaun set it up for knock-off time. We went through to the back of the butchery when most people had gone home. Theres this special door at the back of the butchery with a rail they hook the whole bodies onto and push them inside. Its cold at the back butchery room like the vegetable shed. There mustve been seven or eight dudes. Two chicks still in their smocks. They kept back, laughed a lot and put their hands to their mouths. Big bastard Paul reckoned to box. ‘No way,’ says Wally. ‘We agreed head butting. Toe to toe butting until one pulls out.’
‘Christ, what sort of a bloody stoush is head butting,’ says Paul. ‘Suits a cretin I suppose.’
The first butt he knocked me back a bit. Hes a big bastard, Paul. The second was just as bad. Shit, I felt the old pain by my ear. He flinched the third time. I just went in hard to buggery. You got to be best at something or cop out and die. And him being taller opened his face up a bit to butting. You keep your face down in head butting. He lost his rag after five butts. Started punching. The others pulled him off. His eyebrow was cut and Id fair mashed his snoz.
‘You look after him,’ he says to Wally on the first day. ‘Well give the poor bugger a go, but make sure he works. Were not a charity organisation.’
‘Well its not rocket bloody science is it,’ says Wally.
Wallys not a bad bastard. Shauns more of a selfish bastard. Hes always talking about rooting the checkout girls. Stands at the plastic screen to the aisles and watches them with his hand in his pocket. ‘Could do some butting there, eh Toby,’ he says. Hes a lazy bastard. Likes to get out of the vegetable shed and into the aisles pretending to stock stuff up. ‘So cold in here even the carrots can’t keep a fucken hard on,’ he says. He knows I could head butt him.
I started serious head butting in my first foster in Wanganui. One bastard son and three of us fostered. The son gave us hell. Chimp he called me. Hed walk past with his legs bowed out and knuckles in armpits. He used to kick the shit out of us when his father wasnt kicking the shit out of us. I cant remember the names or faces of the other two foster kids. They were usually hiding. I says to the bastard one night, ‘How about a bull fight. You know, on hands and knees and then bloody charge.’ I broke the bastards nose. His father kicked the shit out of me, eh. I got taken away to other fosters. Youve got to have something youre fucken good at though. I found it with that bastard. I go in hard, over and over. I dont care if I die doing it. No bastard takes me on in head butting now much. Not if they know me. Im pretty much left alone in the Home now. At night sometimes I kneel up and rock so that my head just touches the wall. I can keep it up for hours. I like it. Fuck knows why. ‘Youre a sad little prick,’ says Saa. Hes okay.
The new guy in the butchery at Foleys didnt know me. He came through the supermarket to see me. Pulled the plastic strip curtain back at the entrance to the vegetable shed. ‘This the cretin then?’ he says.
‘Go back where you belong,’ says Wally, but the big bastard laughed.
‘I hear the fucker cant even read,’ he says. I can too. Paul hes called. He kept giving me a hard time. All the time calling me cretin and that I never had a root in my life. I never have.
‘I could head butt the bastard,’ I says to Wally and Shaun.
‘Take no bloody notice, Toby,’ says Wally. ‘Keep away from him,’ but Shaun reckoned I should head butt the bastard.
‘You show him, Toby boy,’ he says. ‘Cant have the meat boys crowing over us, eh.’
Shaun set it up for knock-off time. We went through to the back of the butchery when most people had gone home. Theres this special door at the back of the butchery with a rail they hook the whole bodies onto and push them inside. Its cold at the back butchery room like the vegetable shed. There mustve been seven or eight dudes. Two chicks still in their smocks. They kept back, laughed a lot and put their hands to their mouths. Big bastard Paul reckoned to box. ‘No way,’ says Wally. ‘We agreed head butting. Toe to toe butting until one pulls out.’
‘Christ, what sort of a bloody stoush is head butting,’ says Paul. ‘Suits a cretin I suppose.’
The first butt he knocked me back a bit. Hes a big bastard, Paul. The second was just as bad. Shit, I felt the old pain by my ear. He flinched the third time. I just went in hard to buggery. You got to be best at something or cop out and die. And him being taller opened his face up a bit to butting. You keep your face down in head butting. He lost his rag after five butts. Started punching. The others pulled him off. His eyebrow was cut and Id fair mashed his snoz.
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