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Saturday, November 04, 2006  i was only in the front yard to keep him company - he was smoking a cigarette and i had my own way of enjoying the early hours of this friday morning - thursday night - quite the tradition, until all my friends lost/quit their jobs, just as i found mine - but now we were all back where it begun - moneyless, in their parents garage, pretending to be nice and polite and pleasant as we walked through the living room to get...at it - bad yet solid pool, dirty jokes and beers in the unplugged fish smelling vintage garage-fridge - this one goes out to everyone who has ever lived their dream, been alive for their fantacy to come to life, only to dissapoint themselves as they find themselves living it drunk and in another deep dive bar - so we talked about his plans to travel overseas next year and we both had it good for a moment - he was actually working graveyard shifts at an atmosfearless characterless hollow pub where people prefer to loose money than drink themselves to antoher weekend death - the place has history though - his plans are extremely doable and i wish him all the best, then and now - it makes me think of all those memories i never tell anyone of my own months in mexico and the bars of small town canada, anytown usa - drinking with the drunks - getting along with so many cool people, strangers and bums - having the nights that belong forever with strangers and such late nights - much like this one, but tonight i was with friends and brothers - i kept quiet and he finishes his ciagarette... and just leaves - and just walks back inside without me - without saying anything or asking if i was to come back inside as well - i find it  funny, but im glad - edict has no place within the honest and real - i laugh a little and just dig what i can of the rest of the night, and my time outsidei need to take a leak, so i head over to the garden bed, where i saw another friend and brother urinate eariler before - it's his house, so i assume its ok - there are houses close by, and the street and footpath isn't too far away either - but its probably almost 4am so i didn't really care - i started going, and my oh my - the noise -the garden bed was littered with layers of dry leaves and as i urinited i think i woke up the neighbours - it was pretty loud - and lasted quite a while as well i turned around to head back inside and have that last beer - a possum watched me .....and finally, some dharma pops........ turn around - and see my friend - he looks confused buying beer - i hear my name - paranioa is it cold enough - for the heater? - play some music office wall cartoon - sad torn truth - it does nothing trying to call - engaged tone again - beer while i wait cold light night - freezing on my bike - smell beer on my hand torn movie poster - looking at me - memories return! posted by Simon Saturday, November 04, 2006 |
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