Rassle

If you want to stay alive, you have to get on with the natives. One such joining the building site was Johnny. Johnny liked to wrestle.

Johnny had just left school. He was 15 whereas I was much more mature at 19 and a university student, “S’posedta be intelligent!” First thing every morning he wanted to “rassle”. So we ‘rassled’. He always won and his honour was established, possibly because I conceded defeat remarkably quickly. He felt good and we were best mates for the rest of the day... until tomorrow’s rassle.

I was pleased it made him feel good.