Hells Stories

4. Soon Kelly, Soon I stand by my car under the bright winter stars, smoking a spliff. It is not the same cigarette I put out on Ronson’s arse but a new one, rolled by the man who stands beside his motorbike near Ronson’s trailer. “Soon, Kelly, soon,” the man says. Ronson is inside, probably asleep. Before that, he asked what relationship I had with Dave and why I would do something like this for him. I explained that I h...