Social groups are very easy to spot here because they fall along strict, simple racial lines. Today I came across something different: a street gang. Scruffy, filthy, of indeterminate sex and race, they were a breed apart. One gesticulated with a pair of grotesque, twisted, bulbous fingers, then picked up a bin bag and threw it absentmindedly at a passing car. They laughed, pushed each other around and took over the pavement. They clearly could not give a fuck about anything or anyone. As hideous as they were, at least they were not going to play anyone else’s game.
Paying for Spanish lessons is a revelation; today, I was set homework but I didn’t think it was worthwhile, so I said so. And that was that—it was cancelled. If only I could have dared dream, perhaps this would have worked at school.
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