about spud

they all sat in the club once again, pints in hands, staring into space, listening to one of begbie's cringingly pathetic stories, about how he had kicked some poor cunts head in.Spud sat there, vaguely listening, wanting to say a lot but keeping his head down, speechless.
"that doss cunt got a right fuckin' keck in the balls, ken?" Begbie said confidently, as if he had every right doing that to some innocent bastard.Sick boy sat there, quietly giggling, wether it was over how inhuman Franco was, or at the story itself. Renton was privately popping an E into his mouth and passing one to Spud.
"Aw, no thanks, man..." he mumbled.

"Spud?! Refusin' an E?! I dinnae know what the fuck is goin' on tonight..." Renton said aloud, making everyone turn their heads at Spud.

"Are ye feelin' awright, Spud?" Sick boy said, smirking. They wondered wether Simon had already took something. He was acting as high as a kite, smirking and giggling as if everyone and everything was amazing.His head was lightly lolling as well.
"I jist dinnae feel like it tonight, ye know? I got a lot on ma' mind." he felt like screaming at them all to Fuck right off and mind their own business, and to tell Begbie he's a stupid wanker, that anger makes people go downhill, and he knows.But no, Spud stayed his typical, cute self, looking at the ground. He was a quirky, lovable character that spud, every one thought that. He wouldnt hurt a fly. He would just...be there, no matter what the situation was.It was a shame he was a smackhead.