To support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. One of the many jobs I’ve had was working on the motorway. It was a short gig. My friend’s brother was asked to bring some extra hands to be part of the team. Me and another guy - a school friend - turned up at the designated house at 4.30am and we were put into the back of a van. We were cramped among spades and pick axes and tools. There were no windows. And we were driven off like hostages. In the front of the van, where there was a view of the suburb going past, was my friend’s brother and his friend. They were two local troublemakers. They were known to be a bit lively and liked a scrap and were plugged into the community of dodgy locals who would be in pubs. An established network of the local postcode ne’er-do-wells. A lineage of vagabonds you could trace back to poachers and highwayman who’d lurk the same crossroads in this town.
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To support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. One of the many jobs I’ve had was working on the motorway. It was a short gig. My friend’s brother was asked to bring some extra hands to be part of the team. Me and another guy - a school friend - turned up at the designated house at 4.30am and we were put into the back of a van. We were cramped among spades and pick axes and tools. There were no windows. And we were driven off like hostages. In the front of the van, where there was a view of the suburb going past, was my friend’s brother and his friend. They were two local troublemakers. They were known to be a bit lively and liked a scrap and were plugged into the community of dodgy locals who would be in pubs. An established network of the local postcode ne’er-do-wells. A lineage of vagabonds you could trace back to poachers and highwayman who’d lurk the same crossroads in this town.