I was outside the flat, playing musical statues with the security light as I smoked. As the light was off, a souped-up silver Civic – blue indicators, spoiler, the works – pulled up by the bins. The driver got out and made like he was going to piss in the hedge. My hedge. I turned my head, and the security light came on. He looked up, spotted me, then turned around and started to piss on his own car. Then he got in and drove away.
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