Hey, like, you talkin' to me?

Yeah, I thought so. You want my story now. Why? Did Jazz send you? That stupid little dragon…..

Hey! I'll call her whatever name I want to. She's my cousin, I can if I like.

Yeah, cousins. You heard right, on my mother's side. Can't ya tell? We got the same nose, apparently.

Jane's just as old as me, we leant to skate together. Yeah, she's cool sometimes, when she doesn't sing……

What? Jane? That's Jazz's real name you drongo. You think a girl would have 'Jazz' on her birth certificate? What are you? Escaped from the zoo? 'Cause you look like it.

Anyway Jane, 'Jazz', is a real bad singer, not because she doesn't practice. She practices all the time and makes my ears hurt, but she don't get any better.

Her hair isn't really white either, it's black, from her dad. Dying hair colour runs in the family I think. I'm a natural blonde.

Don't say it. I know you're gonna say it. Everyone else says it.

Dumb blonde they say. Dumb blonde Clutch.

Jazz always manages to get outta trouble, I don't know how she manages it. It's not like we don't both try to get out of it, and we both go places we shouldn't. It's just that I always seem to get caught.

Jazz says I should stop taking things, then nobody would notice. But what's the point in that?

Jazz is smart, and tried to help me get out of trouble when it happens. She's cool like that. I know I worry her, but I try not to.

Hey, I remember one time, she…

Eh? What? Why the hell do you want me to talk about me? I ain't got a story to tell. Really, I don't. Believe me.

Alright, alright! Stop bugging me you little pest. I'll talk, ok?

Gees, you'd think you were an interrogator for the police or something……

You're not, right? You'd better not be. I been to jail already, I payed for that thing you calla crime.

Now look what you've done, you're gonna make me spill the whole story aren't you? Don't you have something better to do?

I thought not.

It was a car, okay? I stole a car. Plain as that. Christopher stole a car, stalled on the clutch and went to jail.

Don't give me that look. Yeah, that one. The stupid expression that says 'Clutch, why'd you go do a daft thing like steal a car? Aren't your skates good enough?' I seen that look a hundred thousand times, but it doesn't change the fact what I did.

I'll tell you why though. I was bloody SICK AND TIRED of being run over alla time. I've broken my pelvis twice now thanks to inconsiderate taxis, and just snapped.

Yeah, I know. I know I got a problem Jazz tries to help with all those books but the phycology doesn't tell you what to do. All it says is that I'm a kleptomaniac and some sort of compulsive. Can't afford to go see a shrink but. Heck, I reckon there's a world shortage of shrinks, judging by the number of nutcases around here and on the streets. Like that stupid Hayashi who decided to shoot me.

My leg's never been the same since. I'll never be as fast as I used to be.

Lack of speed is a bad thing when you're trying to get away from cops.

What's that look for? What don't ya understand? Who's Christopher you're asking.

I'm Christopher, can't you pick that up you drongo.

Yeah, well, that's my story. I'm not going to waste any more time spilling it to fools like you who don't understand it anyway. I'll just go skate after them graffiti souls, they're cool. At least skating is still fun, even if I can't go as fast. But Jane said my leg will never get better if I don't practice.

Don't you worry your monkey-lookin' heads about me. I know what I'm doing.

Am I still thieving? What's it to you? It's not like I can get a job, and I gotta eat.

And buy clothes.

And get a car.

And stop taking things.