Staring At The Cracks

I'm sitting here and feeling a little bit sorry for myself. Earlier I was feeling very sorry for myself. There was a boy who was throwing a tantrum down on the bike path, and although he was probably 40 metres away, he had one of those voices that just carries. Very shrill. He was being extremely unreasonable. I was tempted to call something out my window, but I didn't want to give him nightmares, and I didn't want to give my body any chances to throw up. So I lay there. That kid screamed and screamed. I think that his Dad left him after a while. I would have to. Teach the kid a lesson.

I certainly taught myself a lesson last night. I don't think I learned anything though. Actually, I can't even remember what the lesson was about. Perhaps it was a lesson on how not to get fucked up. There's got to be better ways than this.

So, yeah. Last night I went and saw a friend's band at the Zoo. I haven't been to any of their shows before. I kinda like the guy, I think that he's an alright dude, and I didn't want to spoil that vision of him by hearing his band. He's moving down to Melbourne though, so this was my last chance to see him play. I really shouldn't have.

I guess the best sort of description is that it sounded like a late 90's pop rock band. This wouldn't have been so bad if it was the late 90's, but unfortunately for the boys in Elephant Mojo the tastes of today have changed from what they were. Perhaps I'm being a bit harsh. Maybe I'm being a bit of a snob. I just didn't dig it though.

That was the gig, it wasn't great. I did manage to get kind of drunk though. Just drunk enough to get me excited about getting even more drunk afterwards. I'm pretty sure I was even sucking on some cancer sticks. Gross huh?

Afterwards I went to a couple of bars with a couple of other people. I spoke to a girl for a while, she was upset because the stamp she had on her wrist had rubbed off onto her dress. It was in a kind of unfortunate position, right over her breast. Right on her nipple. She asked me to look at it, but I couldn't do that. I wouldn't have been able to speak to her after that. I would have been thinking about her breasts too much. And what they taste like. And what they feel like when they are hanging down onto your face, into your mouth. Oooh. Err.......

Back on track, I guess I had fun. From the way I feel I guess I had lots of fun. I ventured back into the Depot again. I probably shouldn't have. I wasn't making a whole lot of sense by this point, and I should have gone home. I think that it was getting pretty late. After 3 for sure. Somewhere along the line I changed from beer to vodka, trying to avoid a hangover or something. That certainly didn't work.

Enough about the past. I'm going down to the Gold Coast today. I reckon it'll be beautiful down there. Perfect weather. I can't wait. I'm even going to go down with some other people! I guess I won't be able to get as naked as I normally do. Or maybe I will be able to get as naked and the other people will just have to deal with it! Yeah!