"Ye know, they say if ye play this song backwards...you can hear the devils voice." Richard said as we listened to Deep Purple on the radio in his car. I laughed and grabbed the bowl out of Richard's hand.

John was in the drivers seat, ordering food from a takeout joint as Paul lit a new spliff.

After school, we went to the park and next thing ye know, Richard's meeting up with a "friend" to score some more weed and twenty minutes later, were fuckin baked.

"How the fuck can ye hear the devils voice?" John asked, taking the spliff from Paul's hand and inhaling.

"Ye play it backwards mate. It says some weird satanic shite and then you're condemned for life!"

"Yeah well, were all goin to hell for doin this shit." I laughed, blowing smoke into the air.

John grabbed the food and tossed us each a burger as he drove us down to his place. Me and Richard shared a milkshake as Paul laughed for no reason. John smirked at this.

"So where exactly do ye live John?" I asked with a mouthful of heaven.

"To Paul's."

"But I thought we were goin..."

"John's stayin at mine for awhile. He um, is havin issues with his aunt. Got thrown out."

"I see." Was all I said. I didn't want to push anything further. It wasn't my buisness. Richard changed the subject by turning up the volume.

"Fuckin hell this is my bloody song!"

I watched as they all began singing and moving along to the music.

" A small Jean Genie

snuck off to the city

Strung out on lasers 

and slash back blazers

Ate all your razors 

while pulling the waiters

Talking bout Monroe 

and walking on Snow White

New York's a go-go

and everything tastes right

Poor little Greenie"

"Come on mate! Ye know this one???" John yelled and began singing again. I smiled and joined all of them as we drove down an empty road.

"The Jean Genie lives on his back

The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks

He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls

Jean Genie let yourself go!"

..

We arrived in Paul's lot and got out of the car. Richard was still eatin as I nudged him.

"What it like? Paul's place" I asked quietly. He smiled.

"Let me just say, he looks like an innocent cunt but, he's the baddest fucker I know."

"Badder than John?" I asked, a bit curious now.

He shrugged. "It's a tie. Why do ye think they get on so well?"

"Come on ye fuckin wankers!" John yelled from the open doorway as we hurriedly followed.

....