Out in this estate called Rosemount under the bridge in Dundrum, gangs of teenage blokes hang around, perched on the grass beside a bare concrete wall. At night they burn whatever they can find. A few months before they got this magnificent bon fire, leaving a piece of land scarred intensely with an almost slick plastic cover. Somehow and
god knows how they managed to burn a bike.
Labels: Rant
# posted by antrophe @ 6:40 PM