Vignettes I
So here I am, lying on the couch on the balcony, looking over all the rooftops and cars and trams and stuff. The sun’s just setting, but it’s still stinking hot - one of those shirtless days, where nothing seems to cool you down, and the grit seems to stick to the sweat. Ah well. Some idiot downstairs is playing some metal shit, sounds like someone’s given a microphone to a dog with a cold. Shouting at them didn’t worked, but I gave up worrying about them after sharing another bong with Jodes . . . ah, she’s great . . . always there when you need a friend . . .
Um, anyway, loosing track again. Ah yes, on the balcony on the couch, waiting for Shane to turn up. He said he scored some real good stuff, coupla caps off some guy in Collingwood or something, so we’re going to hit off big time tonight. Jodes gotta work tomorrow morning again, so I think she’s going to miss out this time, but I’m not sure. It’s just been one of those days, where you wake up and know they’re gonna evict you or some guy’s gonna come around and beat you up or your girl’ll get hit by a truck or something. I don’t usually do breakfast bongs, but it was one of those days . . . at least I found a $5 note in the couch, so we made a trip down to 7/11. Yum. Chicken Roll. Jeez, it’s getting windy, there’s grit and dust flying all over the city . . .
“Shut the fuckin’ door!! I’ve got fuckin’ dirt all in ma san’wich now, arsehole!” That would be Jodes. She’s just pissy ‘cause she’s gotta go to work, and she hates work. I guess that’s why I don’t. She used to stack shelves at night, and work in a shop during the day, but she got sacked from both for knocking off stuff. Ah well, it was good while it lasted. Now she’s washing dishes in some restaurant, and she’s only got that job ‘cause one of the chef’s is screwing her. I think she thinks it’s more right getting paid for working somewhere only because she’s getting fucked; she doesn’t want to cut to the chase and just get paid for the fucking. Says it’s not good for your body or something. I dunno. I don’t get the difference, really. Either way, she’s getting money from some sleaze putting things where he shouldn’t. Ah well, at least she says it buys her clothes and gear and keeps a roof on her head so she’s happy enough. I don’t think she is, really, coz I know she was from a real nice family and stuff. She didn’t get along with her folks so she ran off with some guy, and, well, 12 years later, here she is . . . I guess we all make decisions we once thought was right, but nothing you can do about it now . . .
Hurry up, Shane. I’m itchin’ again. I hate that, waiting for others. He said he knew some chink who had some real sweet stuff, from Burma or something. I’m just sick of this day, you know? Nothing’s happened, but I know it will. It’s the heat or something, the dirt, it’s like it gets into you under your skin or something. Like sand at the beach, only worse. . . .
“Ahhh, Bruvva! What up? What’s ya doin’ out here, man? It’s, like, hotter ‘n hell or somethin’!” Shane’s arrived. Jodes is in the shits with him right now, I’m not sure why, something to do with something he said, I dunno, so she didn’t even say hello to him.
“Oi, you fucker! What the fuck took you so long?” I’m desperate to get going, so I’ve already gone inside to the couches to get my stuff ready to hit off. Even managed to get some clean fits down at the Health Centre. I’m doin’ well for a change.
“I told you, man, this is good shit. That little chong promised me it’s the best shit he’s ever had, said he tried it himself. Like, man, it took ages to bargain him down - the little fucker nearly stabbed me, man, he was bent. Anyway, I got it, I’m here, so lets disco” He says with a cheeky grin, already curling back his sleeves (not smart to go around with arms like his, man they look festy. He said he’s gonna try it in his foot one day, but he thinks it’s gonna take to long to kick in or something. I dunno. Whatever. His arm just looks like shit, that’s all I know). “Finders keepers! I gets first dibs!” He hits off, sighs, and lies back on the couch, eyes closed, still grinning. Fuck man, I need that shit now.
I push off, feel it go in, feel it spread, then everything goes dark and I forget about everything . . .
Um, anyway, loosing track again. Ah yes, on the balcony on the couch, waiting for Shane to turn up. He said he scored some real good stuff, coupla caps off some guy in Collingwood or something, so we’re going to hit off big time tonight. Jodes gotta work tomorrow morning again, so I think she’s going to miss out this time, but I’m not sure. It’s just been one of those days, where you wake up and know they’re gonna evict you or some guy’s gonna come around and beat you up or your girl’ll get hit by a truck or something. I don’t usually do breakfast bongs, but it was one of those days . . . at least I found a $5 note in the couch, so we made a trip down to 7/11. Yum. Chicken Roll. Jeez, it’s getting windy, there’s grit and dust flying all over the city . . .
“Shut the fuckin’ door!! I’ve got fuckin’ dirt all in ma san’wich now, arsehole!” That would be Jodes. She’s just pissy ‘cause she’s gotta go to work, and she hates work. I guess that’s why I don’t. She used to stack shelves at night, and work in a shop during the day, but she got sacked from both for knocking off stuff. Ah well, it was good while it lasted. Now she’s washing dishes in some restaurant, and she’s only got that job ‘cause one of the chef’s is screwing her. I think she thinks it’s more right getting paid for working somewhere only because she’s getting fucked; she doesn’t want to cut to the chase and just get paid for the fucking. Says it’s not good for your body or something. I dunno. I don’t get the difference, really. Either way, she’s getting money from some sleaze putting things where he shouldn’t. Ah well, at least she says it buys her clothes and gear and keeps a roof on her head so she’s happy enough. I don’t think she is, really, coz I know she was from a real nice family and stuff. She didn’t get along with her folks so she ran off with some guy, and, well, 12 years later, here she is . . . I guess we all make decisions we once thought was right, but nothing you can do about it now . . .
Hurry up, Shane. I’m itchin’ again. I hate that, waiting for others. He said he knew some chink who had some real sweet stuff, from Burma or something. I’m just sick of this day, you know? Nothing’s happened, but I know it will. It’s the heat or something, the dirt, it’s like it gets into you under your skin or something. Like sand at the beach, only worse. . . .
“Ahhh, Bruvva! What up? What’s ya doin’ out here, man? It’s, like, hotter ‘n hell or somethin’!” Shane’s arrived. Jodes is in the shits with him right now, I’m not sure why, something to do with something he said, I dunno, so she didn’t even say hello to him.
“Oi, you fucker! What the fuck took you so long?” I’m desperate to get going, so I’ve already gone inside to the couches to get my stuff ready to hit off. Even managed to get some clean fits down at the Health Centre. I’m doin’ well for a change.
“I told you, man, this is good shit. That little chong promised me it’s the best shit he’s ever had, said he tried it himself. Like, man, it took ages to bargain him down - the little fucker nearly stabbed me, man, he was bent. Anyway, I got it, I’m here, so lets disco” He says with a cheeky grin, already curling back his sleeves (not smart to go around with arms like his, man they look festy. He said he’s gonna try it in his foot one day, but he thinks it’s gonna take to long to kick in or something. I dunno. Whatever. His arm just looks like shit, that’s all I know). “Finders keepers! I gets first dibs!” He hits off, sighs, and lies back on the couch, eyes closed, still grinning. Fuck man, I need that shit now.
I push off, feel it go in, feel it spread, then everything goes dark and I forget about everything . . .