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01
The door to Kim’s room opens and Steve walks out all
dazed and confused and heads straight for the fridge to see
if there’s any beers or UDLs left over from the previous
night’s binge, chillin in the fridge for him, no such luck, so
he settles for the cold water bottle, pouring it into a glass,
sculls it, pours another, repeat, then a third glass of which
he only drinks half.
02
Dodgy Dave is not home, his missus informs us, he’s down
at the centrelink handing his form in and fuck that was over
3 hours ago and he’s still not back so we agree to we’ll visit
again later and return to our car, defeated.
I read the clock on the car’s dash.
3:53.
“It was eleven o’clock when we started chasing, thought
it’d be easy but no fuckin luck today, just a lotta anti-
climaxes”
“Nearly 5 hours and no fukn result. Fukn bullshit this!”
“There is another option,” Steve starts, rather hesitantly,
“I know you don’t wanna go there but, y’know, old mate
Chopper Wood?”
Chopper Wood has been moving down the alphabet ever
since I met him at a D-grade friend’s place six months ago.
Wood is currently an X-grade acquaintance, his presence
can be avoided by not having contact with him, but every
now and then you’re just yearning for a smoke-up and he’s
always got grass. He just makes you suffer his company
first to see how determined you are. It’s his business apart
from the woodchopping which has died down lately but is
great to stir him with.
We exit the main street and Mr. Wood puts his foot down,
cutting extreme corners in order to get to his destination on
time.
As it turns out the place he had to go to was just around the
corner from his place. We in fact passed it before on the
way uptown, which like everything else he does, is just a
complete waste of time.
Me and Steve wait in his car as he says he’ll be back in a
sec. We watch as he disappears thru a gate at the side of the
house obviously preferring the back door entrance.
“So who were those girls up the street?” I ask.
“Oh them,” Steve pauses “That was Jenny and uh… I don’t
know her friends name.”
He smiles, “Not bad hey?”
He continues “You notice how quiet Chopper was before
when I was chattin with Jenny?”
“Yeh.”
“Well a few weeks back the cunt was stirring me up, sayin
that that he’d fucked her before and after me. Spinning
unbelievable shit like him and the freak double teaming her.
I knew he was fulla shit and he just proved it before. Too
scared to even talk to her.”
Steve’s mobile rings and he has a quick “Hello...nah not
yet...maybe...seeya” conversation.
He tells me “That was Gelo wanting to know if we’ve
scored yet and can he get some off us and he’ll fix us up on
Saturday night?”
He’s made that promise before and we both remember how
difficult it is to find Gelo on a Saturday night especially
when he owes you money.
“We could call back around to Dave’s, see if he’s made it
back from Centrelink yet?”
“Well what about Chopper? Should we wait and see what
sort of buds he’s got at least? He might be pickin some up
from here.”
“Man we’ve been waiting here for nearly half an hour.”
My watch reads 5:27
“He’s purposely taking his time, doing his best to piss us
off.”
“Yeh well my car’s just around the corner, 2 blocks away.
We might as well walk.”
03
So we get out, leaving his car unlocked, windows down and
walk for a few minutes until we get to Steve’s car and
we’re hunting again.
First stop Dave’s but surprise surprise, he’s still not home.
His girlfriend’s spewing too, seems we arent the only
visitors looking for him today.
“Tell him to giz a call when he gets in, ok?” Steve tells her,
but we’re not gonna hold our breaths waitin.
So back to the car and the sun’s starting to set and we’re
hungry so we go thru the maccas drive thru for four 30c
soft serve cones cos when you think about it that’s 2 serves
of ice cream for 60c and we’re at the counting shrapnel
from the floor of the car time.
We exit maccas and find a good spot to park where there
are plenty of girls driving by, having just finished work.
I turn the radio up cos its that Dollarbar song about cute
girls having the best diseases and I’m thinking about Kasia
and that weird, wired morning that I knew her for 3 hours
or so and I’m wondering if I’ll ever see her again and if
she’ll be ok and those bruises around her face from her
boss.
A little green car flies past, horn blaring, hands waving,
then it turns around, comes back and parks next to us.
It’s Kristy and Joanne and I’m guessing they’ve been
drinking at the uni bar again. We tell them we’re looking
for weed and Kristy tells us she knows where we might be
able to buy some so we jump into the back seat of her car.
“Just chuck those books and shit on the floor,” she says.
I’m seated behind Joanne and the smell of her perfume
makes me woozy and I feel like stroking her streaked
blonde hair. She never really says much, and I think that’s
what makes her more attractive, the mystery that surrounds
her where as Kristy’s so in ya face you can’t escape and she
tells everything, leaving no secrets for later.
We’re driving down the main street again and we stop for
some pedestrians and it’s an exgirlfriend with her mother
but they don’t notice me in the back seat as I’m trying to
blend in with the upholstery.
We tell her we’ve already been here twice today and she
asks if we’ve been to Chopper’s yet and we tell her how he
fucked us around for hours and she says she knows exactly
what we’re talking about, and man she looks good in that
tight lime green top.
A lot of guys around town reckon she’s a lesbian but I’m
not gonna hold that against her. Good on her I say.
She drives us around to a few more places, 2 of them not
home, the third one, she’s in there a while so it looks like
we’re gonna get a result, cos she’s in there for at least 20
minutes or maybe it just seems that long cos we’ve been
hanging all day.
Steve makes several attempts at getting a conversation
going with Joanne but it’s almost impossible cos she just
says yes or no or dunno and leaves it at that.
She seems depressed and the beers Kristy wouldve made
her polish off at the club wouldntve helped.
She’s like the flipside to Kristy’s personality, but Kristy
tries so hard to remodel her in her own image.
When Kristy finally returns to her car she looks stoned like
she just had a sesh with whoever there and she tells us
phone calls were made and this guy can line something up
for us at about 10 tonight.
I look at the watch… 7.23
That means we got a 2 and a half hour wait, so we decide to
keep looking.
Kristy decides she’s hungry now (definitely had a sesh) and
cant decide if she wants kebabs or subway, so she flips a
coin – heads means kebabs and tails for subway.
It’s tails so we park out the front and we all go in with her.
She orders a meatball sub on a 6 inch roll and gets a regular
drink and cookie with it. She gives Joanne the cookie and
we sit down at a booth so’s they can munch out. Kristy
insists that we all drink some of her drink since it’s free
refills on the soft drink here.
A tall guy walking past outside stops for a second and
waves to the girls. They laugh and wave, but he keeps on
walking looking dejected now, assuming now is not a good
time to talk to the girls with me and Steve around.
“That was Toby,” Kristy informs us, “poor cunt.. did ya
hear what happened to him at his 21st few months back?”
We all reply ‘nay’ so she goes on.
“Well anyway I wasn’t there when it happened, I was there
earlier and left early to go to another party, so Cynthia
told me about it the next day. Anyway he had his 21st
at the Westside club in one of the function rooms and
it was nothing wild cos Toby doesn’t drink much. It
was mainly his relatives and a few school friends, a bit
boring so I didn’t stay long. But later after he’d cut his
cake, he went off to the toilets needing to back one
out. So he goes in the cubicle but it doesn’t lock
properly, and it’s the only cubicle and it’s not that busy
so it’s gonna have to do, right? So he sits down, starts
shitting and he hears the door to the toilets open and
before he has a chance to think of what to say some
guy runs in and slams the cubicle door open which
smacks Toby in the head and then the fuckin drunk
guy starts puking all over him, mainly around his
crotch cos the pisshead was aiming for the bowl,
obviously didn’t expect anyone to be in there. So
Toby’s laying there dazed from the door slamming
into his skull, covered in puke and this guy just says to
him ‘sorry dude’ and walks out. So Toby starts crying
cos he doesn’t know what to do and a few minutes
later his dad goes in to fetch him for the yardglass
event and finds him there, door wide open, pants
around his ankles, covered in vomit, bawling his eyes
out and a big shiny lump on his forehead. Poor cunt.”
Its 9.12 and we’ve been driving round all day looking for a bit of
gunga to smoke up and its been brick wall after brick wall.
No.
Sorry.
Maybe later….
Bullshit cliched excuses.
I’ve seen some dodgy shit in my time – brothels, dealers, rock n roll
but this shit takes the cake. Ten hours of this day wasted with no
achievement, no success.
I remember one time I was seeing this young chick, 16 she was, and
she always got denied at the bottleshop cos they knew her parents and
knew she wasn’t old enough. Even if she was in some older dude’s car
they’d refuse to sell him alcohol cos they knew it was for her.
So I took her thru, got her some booze on several occasions. Went
thru in my parents 4wd with her in the back under a doona.
That was dodgy, I remember feeling uneasy cos she had a smartarse
attitude and the dude made a comment that what I was buying was
her favourite drink and was I going round to hers?
I laughed nervously back at him, said I wished I was (never set foot in
her home, true)
She’s 18 now and she can buy her own grog so I never her from her
anymore.
So Joe shows up with this girl I used to sort of know, not that well
mind you, we shared bodily fluids n all but after that she was with
some other guy at the disco, so I moved on.
Now Joe’s met her somehow.
Don’t know, don’t care.
Anyway I’m about to ask Joe if he knows where to some buds but he
gets in first asking if I’ve got anything I can sell him.
“Fuck I wish! Cant find any myself,” I tell him, “been looking all day
for the shit.”
Jeff is on the phone trying people he sorta knows in the hope of
getting some weed sooner.
“Well fuck you too,” he says bitterly after hanging up again in disgust.
“Alright they’re gone, 25 minutes before we hook up with the girls and
get the gunga. I’m gonna take a shower, shave an all. Tidy up cos you
see it’s not just a drug mission it’s a love mission.
Of shagging proportions.” I tell him.
I’ve had Kristy half a dozen times before so it’s Joanne I’m interested
in cos she’s I dunno, a mystery I guess. The girl doesn’t say much but
she’s got an amazing smile on her that could melt even deep freeze
ice-cream and she smells so delectable. I love it when girls smell all
sorta perfumey, it shows they care how they smell.
Anyway I go have my shower, tidy up and get dressed.
It’s 9.57 and a song that sounds like the Cure is playing on the stereo.
Its been nearly eleven hours now since we started searchin when
we get to Kristy and Jo’s flat. They see us thru the balcony, tell us
to wait and they’ll be down soon. Steve is driving, I’m riding
shotgun and the girls jump in the back and we’re off to meet
Kristy’s connection.
So next thing you know we’re hopping out of Steve’s car and this
clown complete with backwards hat takes the keys and suggests
that Kristy goes along with him.
We give her our money ($50) but she questions that if no one else
is allowed to go along she shouldn’t go but he tells her she can
wait in the car, so she reluctantly goes, leaving Joanne with me and
Steve outside a closed corner store. At least there’s a bus stop seat
so we sit down and hope the wait aint too long.
It is now 10:17.
It will take another 62 minutes before we see Steve’s car again but
we don’t know that just yet. We’re just assuming they’ll be back in
ten minutes like he said. It takes only 2 minutes for the mosquitoes
to make their presence known.
Conversation revolves around the damned mosquitoes and it’s
sorta uncomfortable cos altho we’ve got this gorgeous girl with us
we’re both attracted to her and she doesn’t seem interested in either
of us.
I thought since Steve’s got a history with Kristy I’d be able to hook
up with Joanne but Steve seems keen on her too. Life isnt easy.
It’s quiet for a while cept for the slapping of blood draining
mosquitoes.
“Well…” Steve says.
So anyway we get back to the girls flat and we go up cos they’ve got a
choice lil bong, which we fire up almost immediately upon ntering the room.
Kristy’s got the buds in a bowl, chopping away but Steve couldn’t wait and
he’s smoking a juicy lil chunk of green already.
Joanne puts the stereo on, a bit of Radiohead, Planet Telex from The Bends.
Kristy finishes chopping and gets the billy off the coffee table and packs me
a cone.
“Thanks,” I say, “I been waiting 12 hours for this shit.”
Smoke it, cough, relax.
Aaah, that all too familiar sensation.
Been smoking this herb on and off for nearly ten years now, and like
clockwork the urge for a cigarette and a drink kicks in.
Kristy packs a cone for Joanne and then herself, flicks on the tv while Jo’s
smokin away and mutes the volume.
They’ve got pay tv and she skims the channels stopping on the fashion tv
channel which is showing a lingerie show parade.
“Something for you boys to enjoy,” she says with a giggle.
“You’re the best!” Steve almost erupts with excitement before realising how
that just came out, then a stifled laugh.
Kristy smokes one then packs it for Steve and you can tell his head’s still
spinning from the first one.
“Oh yeah..” he grins as she passes it to him.
Joanne plays DJ and changes the music from Radiohead to Jeff Buckley’s
‘Grace’ and Jeff is singing ‘wait in the fire, wait in the fire’ as I spark up my
second bazooka.
I pass it back and it’s Jo’s turn again, and I wonder what the stroke and the
smile in the car was all about. Does she like me? Or would she had done that
had Steve been in the back in my place?
She’s quiet, too quiet to get any answers out of, but man has she got a sweet
voice. A Kim Gordon sort of purr. Gotta pursue this band idea someday.
We saty another ten uneventful minutes before we go home as its almost
midnight and the girls have got early classes tommorrow morn.
When we get back to West End the lights are on round the back and
whaddya know, Sam’s back from wherever and he’s having a drink out by
the BBQ with Wade and his two dogs, Zach and Zara, who arent drinking,
they’re just watching us approach, tongues hanging out.
“Hey Sam, Wade. We got some buds!” Steve says holding up the half empty
fifty bag.
“Yeah so have I!” Sam replies holding up a hardly touched ounce bag.
“How long you been back?” I ask.
“About an hour or so. Wade came over twenty minutes ago with a carton.”
Wade reaches into the carton and throws us a tinny each.
“Cheers.”