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September 21, 2005
The Big 15, maybe
Dear Diary
I think this is the 15th entry I have made in you, but I haven’t bothered to count them all up to be sure. I guess 15 isn’t really a special occasion anyway, so why should I bother, or EVEN MENTION IT?
Stupid diary.
Today I have been working, and I also did a load of washing, and a couple of people called. I went to the video store to get out weekly DVDs for a dollar (it’s a Wednesday special), and was amazed once more about how tempted I am to hire out trashy movies which I didn’t even like the first time.
So it wasn’t a very exciting day. And I never promised that it was, did I, DIARY?
I had a memory the other day which I wanted to write in you. What was it? Ah yes.
It was late at night, I was 18, I was coming home from Norton’s, then called the Imperial, along Parramatta Rd looking for a taxi. I probably thought I’d had something to drink, which in actual fact was likely to be three midori and lemonades over the course of four hours. I was a pretty crap drinker back in those days. Not like now! Oh no, not like now, thank goodness. Anyway, I walked past this weird gaming room that was open late, outside of which was this big young dodgy looking guy who seemed to be having trouble with the ATM. He turned to look at me as I passed. In his eyes I saw an unmistakable glint of
Ah hell I can’t be bothered writing this story out now.
For my future self, the points of the story I wanted to remember are: fistful of dollars, burn victim gang member, weird hand shake, party question.
And now
Get stuffed diary, I’m tired, and I have movies.
Posted by Sam Bowring at September 21, 2005 10:38 PM