Skagboys (68 page)

All eyes on the silent, nail-biting Audrey, with the big, haunted blue eyes
.

‘
Thanks … Molly,’ Tom says, as the room resonates with crashing sighs and the odd snigger. Tom’s lookin right at me, as if encouraging me to speak, but, sorry, shipmate, ah’ve set sails tae Port Silence. Seeker stretches his legs out, throws his arms behind his heid, issuing an enormous yawn, then sweeps his biker’s locks back. He looks like a lion that’s just eaten a pit bull
.

I can’t stop stealing glances at Audrey. She looks a bit of a mess, but everybody does
after
eftir detox. She’s already been nicknamed ‘Tawdry Odd’ by Sick Boy, on the basis that her name’s Audrey Todd. No wonder she stays deep in her room maist ay the time. She’s wearing faded blue jeans and ye kin tell that her legs would be barry as fuck if you got a proper deek ay them. Tom looks around at the others, then back to me. ‘… Mark?
’

The intrusion grates, more so because he’s caught me letching. How uncool a situ is that? It’s time tae quickly deflect: ‘You cannae fix me, mate. It’s no gaunny happen
.’

‘
Ah’d fix ye,’ Swanney speaks up, ‘if ah hud gear, like
.’

He gets a few gallows laughs
.

‘
I didn’t say I could fix you.’ Tom shakes his head. ‘Only
you
can do that
.’

I nod, accepting the obvious truth in what he says. ‘So, that begs the question, why are you here?
’

I can hear Molly tutting in response tae my enquiry
.

‘
I’m here to help,’ Tom says
.

‘
So, wait,’ I find myself saying, ‘ye cannae fix me, but ye can help me tae help masel. Enable. Facilitate. Is that the deal?
’

‘
That’s it
.’

‘
Now why would you want to do that?
’

‘
I see. You’re questioning my motivation?
’

‘
No,’ I smile, ‘just clarifying
.’

That’s one of the weapons in Tom’s interpersonal arsenal. He’ll probe away till you take exception, then go, ‘I’m just clarifying.’ He doesnae like this being used against him. His nostrils flare as he slowly expels breath. ‘Mark, we have these circular discussions all the time, and we get nowhere. Let’s keep this stuff out of the group and leave it for the individual sessions, as we agreed
.’

‘
As
you
agreed
.’

‘
Whatever, let’s just keep it out of the group
.’

Molly interjects at this point. ‘Huh! That’ll be the day. Cause it’s eywis goat tae be aboot Mark, that’s the problem!
’

I’m happy enough tae joust with the dippit wee slag. ‘Wow. Junky indulges in self-centred behaviour! Hud the front page!
’

‘
At least some ay us try. You just want tae show oaf tae your mates,’ and she looks around the semicircle in scorn. Audrey has another chomp on those nails
.

Molly’s actually spot on. I thought her schooling stopped at bicycle-shed blow jobs but evidently I was wrong; she has some insight. The only real point of these sessions for me is to have a laugh with the boys. It won’t do me any good to let Tom know that, but, so I find myself saying as earnestly as I can, ‘Look, ah’m just findin it hard tae get tae grips wi aw this,’ I glance around, ‘and I’m tryin tae work out where everybody stands, that’s aw
.’

Fair play tae Tom, but; he raises his eyebrows in mild exasperation, and he just looks round the circle. ‘What I want to talk about today are triggers. What are the triggers that make you want to use?
’

‘
A day wi a “y” in it,’ Spud says, and this remark fairly triggers smirks all round. Tom ignores Spud (although he’s deadly serious), cause that’s not what the boy’s after. He needs something to work with
.

‘
Steppin ootside the front door,’ Keezbo says, again deadpan. I’m a wee bit worried aboot the big yin. He’s completely lost his sense ay fun, which is a huge deal fir him
.

This time, though, Tom acknowledges the intervention. ‘Thanks … Keith
.’

‘
Hanging aroond wi these cunts,’ Sick Boy says, looking at me, Spud and Swanney
.

‘
Well, now we’re getting somewhere,’ Tom contends, sitting up and forward in his chair. ‘Keith has said outside. Where we live. The environment. Simon has mentioned particular relationships, friendships. Peer pressure that reinforces this inappropriate and self-destructive behaviour
.’

I cannae help but emit a volley ay derisive laughter at that yin. ‘Well, this is a fucking barry idea, get every cunt banged up in a residential unit thegither!
’

‘
Rents is right,’ Skreel goes. ‘Ah’ve met some sound peepul in here, dinnae git me wrang,’ he looks around ensuring no offence had indeed been taken, ‘but thaire’s no wahn ay thum gaunny help us git aff the gear
.’

Tom stays cool though. Perhaps it wasn’t bullshit from Skinny-Specky when she described him as ‘one of the best in his field’. ‘There are obvious limiting factors on any service provision. But – and I’m just throwing this out there – might peer groups not also be used to reinforce
positive
behaviour?
’

‘
These being abstention? Sobriety?’ I dive in. As if any cunt here wanted to be sober
.

‘
But you
want
to get clean?
’

There follows a long, deathly silence, as we look at each other,
The Big Lie
hanging in the space between us. On all our lips. The Big Lie that made this rehab game possible; that sustained the whole stupid, ludicrous cult. What to say? Swanney seems tae tipple the stakes are high, so he pitches in tae deflect. He has a smile on his coupon but is deadly serious at the same time. ‘I’ve fucked ower that many people, if ah stey clean the guilt and remorse’ll
fuckin
kill us. It just isnae worth it
.’

‘
He’s got a point,’ I say, again jumping in too quickly and hating myself for it. But I mean what I say, because I know Johnny does too. How many stones of regret would he need to carry in his gut over his life? You either have to learn to be better and cope wi what ye’ve done, or just learn no tae care
.

‘
Well … yes …’ Tom says, ‘but remember that this unit is experimental. If it doesn’t deliver, it
will
be shut down
.’

Sick Boy gets Tom in his sights, perhaps a wee bit miffed that I’ve been making the running in the sneering cynic stakes. ‘So, we must all pull together for the sake of the unit! That’s absolutely top hole!
’

It takes a lot tae faze Tom though. ‘You know the alternative … Simon. Everybody here is either on an actual or
de facto
suspended sentence
.’

That always concentrates our minds. As fucked as this gig is, it’s a total doss compared tae even the pansiest nick. One thing ah ken, even fae the odd drunken night in the cells, I just isnae cut oot for the chokey. I vowed then and I vow now:
I WILL NEVER BE INCARCERATED FOR JUNK
.
Any bullshit rehab I’m offered by the system, I’ll sign right on the dotted line before I spend one fucking minute behind bars
.

Tom turns to Skreel. ‘Martin
–’

‘
Cry me Skreel
.’

‘
Sorry, Skreel. What would you like to get out of this group?
’

‘
Ah jist wahnt tae stoap usin, tae git well again,’ he lies
.

Tom nods slowly, maintaining the gaze for a second, before turning to Johnny
.

Swanney’s just a total cunt, God bless him. He really kens how to wind everybody up. ‘Of course it’s difficult,’ he shrugs, ‘because we aw ken how barry, how fuckin
brilliant
, a fix ay skag kin be, especially
when
yir sick,’ and his tongue darts across his lips, a grin moulding his face, making him look like a lizard who’s plucked a juicy fly oot ay the air. Skreel starts twitching and Molly’s pallid coupon sets more firmly. Audrey gies her nails a brek and starts chewing oan the ends ay her hair, while Spud’s sittin wi his heid in his hands, emitting soft groans, as Johnny carries on, ‘… just that beautiful, rapturous release as it flows through yir veins intae yir brain, and the incredible euphoria as the world’s problems, aw the
crap
, just dissolve intae dust aw aroond ye. Pain aw gone. For just one wee hit,
one wee hit
…’ he muses pornographically as Molly, Audrey, Spud, Ted and Skreel squirm in their chairs
.

‘
That’s enough, please, Johnny,’ says Tom
.

‘
Jist sayin, like,’ he flashes a manufactured smile, ‘it’s no aw bad, cause if it wis, naebody wid dae it
.’

‘
Or make money oot ay it,’ Molly spits, wanting tae fight an auld battle
.

Tom waves her down, ‘I’m hearing you, Molly, but I want to focus for now on the losses. I’d like you to think about what you’ve
lost
through being on heroin.’ He rises, and goes over to the flip chart, picking up a pen
.

‘
Poppy,’ Sick Boy shouts
.

Tom turns with a puzzled look. ‘Is that your girlfriend?
’

‘
Best one I’ve ever had,’ Sick Boy grins, as everybody laughs. Poor Tom stands as stiff and still as a vibrator withoot the Duracell
.

‘
Eh, dosh,’ Spud says helpfully
.

His attempt to spare the blushes is welcome, though Tom’s neck takes on a mair florid hue than usual, as he writes ‘MONEY’ in even block capitals
.

‘
Mates,’ says Ted
.

Tom’s black marker pen spells out ‘FRIENDS’
.

‘
Ah dinnae ken aboot anybody else,’ Keezbo says, looking sadly at Sick Boy, ‘but what you said aboot
girlfriends,
Mr Simon –’ he looks tae Audrey and Molly, ‘or boyfriends, no bein sexist aboot it – but the shaggin desire goes
.’

Cue a few nervous giggles around the room
.

‘
No necessarily,’ Swanney cuts in. ‘Best sex ah ever had was oan skag, at the start, like
.’

‘
Aye, at the start,’ Sick Boy sneers. ‘Probably the only time you hud a ride that ye didnae pey for
.’

Swanney flicks him the V-sign. ‘Wisnae that when ye were seek n bangin at ma door, eh?
’

Sick Boy squirms in the chair and falls silent. It all goes quiet. It’s like everybody feels something stirring inside their pants, those cocks that ain’t been used in a while, screaming for action. Or, in Molly’s and Audrey’s cases, fannies that huvnae been used much, or mair likely, hav been used tons, but huvnae
felt
that much
.

So we talk away for a bit, the usual shite. We tire easily however, and our gathering yawns signal a stop for a coffee break: the most oily, tarry elixir imaginable, so caffeine-laden it hits you like base speed. This is accompanied by some sugary shortbread and, most of all, the fags. Practically every cunt in here is a serious nicotine addict, even Tom. I’m treated with suspicion, as I hate tabs
.

Break times are the best, though. Everybody ends up telling everyone else at least the potted version of his or her personal stories. Except Audrey, and I admire her circumspection in this company. Sick Boy and Maria Anderson had been in a naughty wee scene and when her ma got out of jail, she took Maria right back tae her brother’s in Nottingham. Sick Boy plays at being outraged. ‘They accused me ay being her pimp,’ he snorts tae Seeker. ‘Anti-drug hysteria gives some people very, very lurid imaginations
.’

‘
It’s the best wey tae keep a wee bitch under control, but,’ Seeker says, and this really is one disturbing cunt, ‘get them oan the gear. Then it’s yir ain wee personal harem. Ye jist reel them in oan
the
invisible line,’ he simulates fishing, ‘then when yir finished, fling them back
.’

Sick Boy acts disdainful, though you can tell he enjoys Seeker’s misogynist spiels. Molly’s freaked by it and Tom chivalrously attempts tae distract her by pulling her intae conversation. She’s having nane ay it, but, and she turns tae Seeker and says: ‘You’re the lowest ay the low!
’

‘
Aye? High n mighty talk fir a hoor,’ he smiles, then goads, ‘That wid be how it wis wi you n yir felly, but
.’

‘
You ken nowt aboot us!
’

Seeker looks impassively at her. ‘Ah ken thit
you
wir the yin oan yir back gittin yir wee pussy pummelled by aw sizes n colours ay tadger n he wis the yin oan first dibs whin the Salisbury Crag came oot
.’

‘
Brandon wis sick! What else could we dae!
’

‘
He’s done a good joab on you but, that boy,’ Seeker observes appreciatively. ‘Still goat ye whaire he wants ye
.’

Molly pushes both her fists into her chest, as if trying to pull out a goring spear. She erupts in tears, turns on her heels and exits, heading for her room. ‘This isn’t helpful,’ Tom says to Seeker, and makes tae go after her, before being stopped by Sick Boy, who’s seen his chance. ‘It’s okay,’ he coos at Tom, ‘I’ll talk tae her
.’

The rest ay us finish our coffees and get back tae the group work. After a few minutes, Sick Boy and Molly rejoin us. I’m disappointed in him, I really thought he’d have been right intae her keks. We have a discussion on how heroin made us feel and the term ‘anaesthetic’ comes up. Tom immediately seizes oan this. ‘If heroin is an anaesthetic, what are we anaesthetising ourselves from?
’

When did
you
and
us
become
we
, Mistah Big White Motahvay-tah Man?

So the cunt splits us intae two groups and issues us marker pens and flip-chart paper, telling us tae brainstorm or free-associate oor responses. Group One consists ay Spud, Audrey, Molly, Ted and Keezbo.
Group
Two are the more troublesome little princes: me, Seeker, Sick Boy, Swanney and Skreel
.