I didn't go to private school and I don't like Belle and Sebastian so I have no excuse for being a pussy. I just am one. And so are my friends. I have quite a lot of stories that revolve around other people exposing me for who I really am, and this is one of them.Not too long ago two friends and I were walking home drunk through Hackney. Somewhere along the wobbling line, we came across some traffic cones. Pissed and bored, my mate James started picking them up and dragging them onto the main road. I started shouting at him, something like, "What the fuck are you doing you prick? Are you a student? Who are you rebelling against? Buses? Ambulances? Grow up and get a fucking clue you lame cunt." He freaked out and ran over as if to punch me in the face. I wasn't scared because he, like me, wouldn't punch a fly. I pushed him before Dan jumped in and split us up. James stalked off in a fug of pissed-up arrogance, while I, emboldened with a sense of pissed-up self-righteousness, stood shouting at his back. He was being a prick.
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