Not his real dick
Kilkenny, Ireland, 2007
Within a couple of weeks after I'd seen a kid pull out his wee little dink as I passed by, I met up with him right there in the same area, between Market Cross and the city wall. He was alone.
That wasn't my real dick, he said. Only a plastic one. He was frightened. He was only messin', he said.
He told me he was sorry.