Hedge 2

Felt too ill to go to work so stayed at home, just nodded off. Fuck! Hedge. The bastard is outside, shouting out my name, my girlfriends name, throwing stones up at our window that fall down on to neighbours car rooves. He dresses in the traveller uniform of piercings and ex army clothing. The last thing I want coppers to see is some criminal type telling everyone where I hide out. I have to see him tommorrow. He will have to understand a few things or its' clobbering time.