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Poetic
I worked with a person with mental health issues, kinda 2 for the price of one kinda vibe.
Some days you would get normal Shane, some days evil Shane.
We had to babysit our employers son who was more fucked up than Shane.
While working at a punters house, i was round the back, Shane appeared, manic, almost crying, manic Shane was not uncommon.
(shane) you gotta see, it's.....
(me) what ?
(shane) it's....... he is almost crying and can barely speak, arms waving, totally manic.
(me) what ?
(shane) starts pushing me to the gate........ "you won't belive me, you must see"....
I get ushered around the front of the very large and expensive property by manic Shane.
In broad daylight, in the front garden in a very posh part of town i am presented with our employers son sitting on a tree stump like a garden gnome that's fishing.
He's not fishing.
His trousers are round his ankles and he is curling one out onto the front lawn, surrounded by overlooking propertys next to the main road.
Shane is beside himself and now crying with laughter, "why haven't we got a camera" the potential to blackmail the bosses son is on his mind.
The bosses son shouts out "anyone got any bog roll"
Broad daylight and the dirty fucker got away with it.