Why do you make these terrible choices, boy?
Because they fucking laughed at me! Even the nice ones. I heard them! They know I’m only there as a favour and they all just laugh behind my back about my accent, about my clothes, about the way I fucking look. No, I don’t want to go back to the estate and I don’t want to live on benefits, but it’s the only place I don’t get the piss taken out of me for being poor.