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- My Secret Life by Billy Ruffian
10/10 Thom 18th June 2007I first met Billy in a park in Wycombe. It was the summer of 91. LL Cool J was in the charts, and John Major had just passed the Dangerous Dogs Act. The real dog was Billy, had I but known.
The first thing I noticed about him was his eyes, and the fact that he was wearing an old Mac with his penis exposed. I was crying because I had just got my GCSE results. I was lonely, and needed a shoulder to cry on, so we struck up a conversation.
We had so much in common, despite the age gap, and that evening he took me for a romantic dinner for two at the Happy Eater. It was all so perfect. I thought, “I hope this night never ends.” He seemed so different from boys my own age, with his Community Service order, and his knowledge of moths. He swept me off my feet. But when the bill arrived he climbed out of the window and ran off without paying.
I still loved him, though, and I stood by him even when he was charged under the Sexual Offences Act. I always forgave him. I was always there for him. He later left me for some boss-eyed tart from Maidenhead, because of their shared interest in moths.
That is how he repays people who care about him. He doesn’t love me, he doesn’t love her, he doesn’t love anyone. ALL HE CARES ABOUT IS MOTHS!
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