Michael Shawanasai

USA

Billy – I do not wish to talk about it again.
Kyle – I know I have fucked up, but please give me another chance.
Billy – I do not care for that kind of language! You dirty scum! I cannot belive that you could do such a thing while I was saving myself for you! You… you BASTARD! What happened to me? I cursed! Oh, no!
Kyle – Cursing is good for you! It makes you less angry. Let’s go! ASSHOLE! FUCK OFF! What else… PRICK! CUNT! Give it a go!
Billy – cunt! prick!
Kyle – No, no! Louder! CUNT! CUNT! PRICK! PRICK! BOLLOCKS! Billy – PRICK!!!, CUNT!! BOLLOCKS!! It feels good!
Kyle – I told ya! Still mad at me?
Billy – HOLY CUNT! YES!
Billy – You got it! That’s my boy! Hey! Let’s go play darts. I’ve heard that an artist has put up a dartboard with a picture of his face on it. Let’s go to the pub and see.
Kyle – OK! I hope we can throw something at it. Billy put his arms around Kyle. They walked from the alleyway to the main street, the streetlights showing only their outlines. Kyle put his head on Billy’s shoulder. They hailed a cab. The Pakistani cabbie stopped briefly, looked at them and drove off quickly.

(Text: heroes + holies catalogue, 2002)