Denise walked to the door just missing the dirty nappy on the doorstep, as she went to knock she stopped at the sound of her friends voice...."I am gonna batter ya!" she hesitated and then knocked, "Jane" she called it’s me Denise......"Come in love" Denise walked in, the first thing that hit her was the smell, it was a mix between, nicotiene,cat's and curry.....Denise felt like she was gonna heave, she swallowed down the feeling and asked her friend how her  life was,

After 30 mins, Denise was up to speed on Jane's life and her "Baby father's".....all four of them...... what had happened to her friend that was destined for so much more, Jane had mentioned seeing Michael the day before and that he had told her to pass the message on that he was out and wanted what was owed to him....

Denise looked at her in shock, she knew Michael wanted what he thought he was due....but that meant Damien had to cough up with the others....and she knew her husband wouldn't,

Denise felt panic wash over her, her palms were getting sweaty and her gut was turning somersaults, "I am gonna have to go Jane" Denise said as calmly as possible, Jane looked up lighting a cigarette...."Are ya gonna warn em all?" she said laughing....."Oohhh I can’t wait for Michael to bring Phil (who was also Jane’s eldest Childs father) down a peg or two"..... Denise's heart sunk again, she knew something bad was going to happen.....

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The Bradford Bronx
This story is an insight of inner-city life anywhere, in England....in the depths of misery....in the underbelly of society....and all those unfortunate souls, that become part of a long suffering eternal depression, that sits like a black cloud over the north of England....
Although the birth of this decrepit society and all the heart ache, pain and maybe some relief that comes with it may have been born many many years ago we will enter this ebb of society in the 1990's.
Let me take you to a play ground where many significant games have been started, played and concluded. The heart of the Bronx, the blood line, where many a plastic gangster has evolved into what ? you may well ask ...... at the top of the chain... numero Uno The Drug Dealers aka "The Tony Montana’s" closely followed by the police informer's...then come The top lad's, grafters, Joey’s, cling on's, the wannabe's ,the dirty girls... and the addicts that makes this vicious circle complete...

updated Mar 25 '10 by nixtakaur3