gosh an ancient post of mine that didnt post
So I have this idea to buy some commerical property around the city. Something I can live and work in. He says it's just as expensive in Footscray as the Industrial parts of Fitzroy. Why live in Footscray if you can live in Fitzroy, it's groovier?
That Sunday arvo we decided to go to Fitzroy to check it out and we pack a lunch. I dunno what it was exactly but I lost patince with the entire exersise and fucked off from him throwing our plans for the day into the air.
A few days went by and as I hadnt seen him I had time to think about this decision of mine to buy. I thought about all I had been doing to get to know Footscray where I live, get along with the folk and to make new friends.
I trawled the internet looking over prices of land and though it seemed the slightest possibility I could find something in Fitzroy for what I was willing to settle for, I realised my heart is in Footscray, I acually have a life here.
I thought of my new friends, my neighbours, the towns folk and I realised that to feel this way, then in truth, Footscray is my home.... home is where the heart is!
We hadnt resolved our differences from that Sunday when I went to score some weed from a friend of his. She is an amaphrodite prostutute who wouldnt mind getting out of the game. She has come around to his place time to time to use it as a brothel with her old time client. Noticing what she was using his place for I was careful to make sure I wasnt involved in any of these business transactions of hers, rather I got another business transaction going in way of me buying weed from her.
Anyhow, this day I'm at her place and we were talking about this idea of mine to buy. I told her how I thought Footscray would be a more realistic prospect, he wanted me to go with the idea of buying in Fitzroy cos he wants out of Footscray.
Suddenly her eyes lit up and her jaw dropped open. "The kaniving lil cunt!!! He was telling me how crazy you are to think of buying in Fitzroy when it was HIS IDEA!!!"
Funny that. Nahhh I wouldnt find that too supprising.
Ahhhh you cant proove this, and particularly from the mouth of a prostitute,
like you cant proove that it was me and a young friend who spent hours back n forth from his front of his door
arranging traffic signs n rocks.
He wouldnt answer the door, n matter how much racket we made at the door..so we got creative.
All these rocks were arranged under a men at work sign blocking his door so he and the woman he was with in there couldnt get out.
Insidently one of the rocks layed at his door was a rock I had taken off him one day when he was about to put through the head of the woman...... who was behind that closed door with him that night.
And, as he would have called the police, they are very familiar with him and his place AND the woman who was in his place that night. He has had intervention orders on her, he's had her removed by police in the past for being a menice.
So this day he's locked in his flat with this woman police know is a menace,
and his story is that he was locked in his flat by another woman who was being a menace.
I can only imagine the cops would have been pissing themselves laughing... and the council workers would all be laughing as the gear gets returned, and the neighbours who have seen me quell the violance at his place in the past would also be laughing,
..and me and my young friend, we still piss ourslves over the incident.
My bet is.... if he can have that woman back in his house after he's tried to smash a rock through her head... and other awful shit to her to rid her when the wim dictates, then he'll definately want me and my young friend back to mess with.
Man, what kind of hell hole has me and my young friend been diggin?
Eureka! I think we have struck GOLD!!!