Ah'm pure stressed oot ma nut here. Jimmy's been dealin' drugs. That wee shit (excuse ma French) Fraser tried tae kill ma wee angel, an noo I find oot that we're up tae oor eyes in debt? All thanks tae Jimmy (I'm goin' straight Mullen) This is ma worst nightmare an' smack bang in the middle ay been given the all clear. I thought any minute I might wake up sayin' there's no place like home, there's no place like home. Fat Chance, well there's nae home for Jimmy in Montego Street; end of . His claes are lying in a pile at the bottom of the stairs an' if he thinks he's comin' back it better be as a ghost 'cause if ah set eyes oan his baldy fizzog ah'll do time fur him masel.
How could ye Jimmy? After all we've been through this last year? Jist think If I hadnae made it through the Chemo ma wee angel would be livin' wae a lyin' schemin' drug dealin' faither. Ah jist cannae believe Jimmy would gie everythin' up fur a few quid, surely we could have sorted it oot, if he had just talked aboot it.
Well there's nae goin' back, nae mair chances, ah cannae risk it. Ma wee Madonna pulled through this time but what aboot the next time? Well there's no gonnae be a next time, you've blown it Jimmy and if ah see you and yer moothy wee side kick Fraser yer gonnae need the Samaritans when ah've finished wae ye. You've blown it big time Jimmy Mullen. There's mair chance ay that Ian Gray becoming a sex symbol than you gettin' back intae may bed again.
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