fuck em up he said, and they wont touch u. theyll leave you well alone. them were his rules. fists speak louder than words. he went everywhere wiv fists of action like bombs ready to go off. he wudnt let me hold his hand when i fell over, when i needed someone to hold on to, when our house flooded and i went after my dog messi who went out the window and into the river runnin down our street. i had to swim. i had to save myself.
so i thought he only had fists for me too.
FJ Morris 