an exctrakt from my new book

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"The Friend", this will be my third novel, author micky S

The essence of his thoughts lingers softly in my mind; for how long? It was never an issue of wether he was dead on or whatever. The problem was, in effect, the solution. So you would imagine my confusion when he ignored me on saturday. There he was, can in hand, with the hynotic flickering of the strobe light bouncing off my pale skin like a rainbow in the night. Boom boom boom whispered the funktion1 soundsystem.

As i approached him something was strange, something was cold. I didnt think about it, conveying the toughts always led to negativity. i stopped thinking but kept walking. Suddenly there i was. He turned and our eyes met, it all happened so fast i can't remember what i did. I overcame my fumbling awkwardness and blurted out ALRIGHT MATE HOWS IT GOING FUKIN MENTO OR WAT IN HERE TIZERS PURE WREKIN DA HOUSE ISNT HE OR WAT. Last week i know how this would have went down. Very well, it was infact the same lad i was talking to last week. This week something was different however. He was no longer approachable all of a sudden. So then he was like wat the **** are you talkin about and i was like naw man hol on i was only after some wingers n hes like wingers fuk aff am on coke im nat sellin no fukin wingers dis week so u better **** aff n i was like holy fuk im nat after no trouble n he was like then fuk aff n i was like right well n he was like go then or ill glass ye wanker so then wat i did was just go back to my mates and say like that boy just called me a wanker n they were like who so i showed them so then we waited for him outside and glasses him instead.


"The friend, inspired by a true story, the touching tale about an inter-galactic friendship between a young man from lurgan and his alter-ego who arrives from another galaxy, and they go out clubbing together and get pure mento with it, getting up to all sorts of mad mento double beezer things along the way like fingering girls and fightin and all that, and other things lads do like that in lurgan, and then he realises that he doesnt want to work for ormeu bread anymore and wants to live his dream as a debt collecter near the end of the book and then he realizes balls to it ill just go mental and go clubbin again with my mad alter ego b4 he has to fuk aff back to his home planet"

sitout

i enjoyed it ,it made me laugh

busted flush

yea , more please