Ghetto Balj CBD at the Lionel Apartments.
(Clancy's old place)
From there, the conversation is eerily normal, although there is another presence with us now, like we are sitting at a bar drinking beer and talking while a cadaver is propped up between us, beer wedged in hand and a cigarette burning slowly, unsmoked, between two lifeless fingers. I speak through my shock with calm aplomb, wind up the conversation and get the fuck out.
Sweet, bleeding jesus.
I lay back on my bed, interstate, and don't cry. I just lay there, searching out in the nerve endings of my limbs to familiarize myself with that awful creeping cold. It makes me nervous; like I am anticipating the onset of a particularly bad fever, so I decide not to bask in it for too long lest I find out what it being there really means. I go into our crack-house kitchen with the ruptured lino, make another coffee and sit in the back lattice smoking a cigarette and drinking.
And all this before lunch.
I'm gone for twelve fucking hours and that's all it takes.
I'm being far too furious with my cigarette, and probably my coffee too, but I cling to the motions desperately, in absence of knowledge of what the fuck else I'm supposed to do.
While on the subject of dumbcunts, they were en masse in the mall last night. I value the early hours of the morning, sitting in the mall, smoking and assessing the increasingly heinous crew whose situations and wardrbe malfunctions grow in direct proportion to the rising sun. It's totally fucked that the very people I'm watching with derision feel the need to get sleazy.
No, fluro guy, no fucking way.
I walked past a guy last night on the way up to the club and he attempted to smack me on the ass. He completely missed and hit me in the lower back and it really fucking hurt. It seriously annoys me that guys like that assume they have a right to do that kind of stuff; as if, as soon as I leave the house I become public property.
Like I said, dumbcunts.
This was in the laneway behind the Zoo, from when we sat out there and drank Jack and listened to Juliette and the Licks play a set in there. Back in the days when we were poor and couldn't afford to go see shows.
Hopefully catch up with Mo Mayhem and the other members of Hell City... It's going to be fun fun fun.
People have jobs now. Things are not going to be as fun. Even I have a job, even if it's only for one hour a day and only for this week. It's still commitment.