Cracking Up by Harry Crooks

Author:Harry Crooks [Crooks, Harry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Biography, Crime, True Crime
Amazon: B00STZT7KC
Goodreads: 25537718
Publisher: Crooks Books
Published: 2015-01-26T05:00:00+00:00

18.

We were pumped up as we slipped in through the back door of the Donna’s house. She was a single mum in her mid-thirties, an ex-prozzie who used to look good in the selfies, but was now well past her sell by date and had more miles on her clock than a rental car. Years of late nights entertaining randy kerb crawlers and abusing excessive amounts of class As and booze, in various forms, had battered her looks and she could have done with a serious surgical makeover by the time we’d started mooching round her house, but we liked her friendly nature and accomodating ways, allowing us unlimited use of her house.

She looked upon herself as a top shoplifter by trade, it was no trouble for her to get us kitted out in the latest designer labels from the various quality fashion outlets and sports shops in town at affordable prices. She had a heart of gold and would deck us out in the best clobber for the cut-price sum of a bag of nasty and a couple of rocks and the promise of a good drink later. The door swung both ways, we willingly and often laid drugs on her in times when money was short.

She had two kids, one of them in care and survived on benefits. She came from a big family but most of them had labelled her as a write-off and refused to have anything to do with her when she had informed them of her HIV-positive result. However, she had a couple of young, fit-as-you-like cousins that lived locally that gave her their support and did their best to help her out with the baby-sitting. They were always in and out the house and we couldn’t help but admire their bodily curves and perv such luscious sights while trying to cop for them.

We felt sorry for Donna because she’d lived through some really shitty times. To blot-out the memories of all the crap she’d been through she’d started out boozing and spliffing up, but then some arseholes had given her smack to have a go at. She’d gotten such a buzz, she really loved it. Getting pissed and stoned didn’t come close, so she prefered shooting up and entering the monged out zombie zone because it relieve her pain in that shitty situation. She was gutted about the absent kid and she had a social worker who didn’t give two fucks. Why should she? She was just doing a job and getting paid. Overloaded with case work and short on sympathy. It got right up the social worker’s nose if she had any roguish visitors such as me and Caspar round the house, so we had to drop by after hours when it was dark.

We’d often pop in and chill, have a chat and a good smoke. No harm in it really as she liked a bit of company and we were a welcomed distraction as she was fed-up being trapped on the

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