Stories

I did some more casual labouring today, this time furniture removals. It wasnt too bad with the work being fairly easy and everything pretty laidback. The dude that we were working for liked to tell stories, especially stories about how and where he has injured himself, and how some of his friends have died. All very interesting. Most of these stories seemed to have occurred in what sounds like the same area of Melbourne. By the end of it though i was kinda sick of it, not so much from the stories but because my feet were killing me cause of the boots i was wearing. They werent my boots, they were given to me this morning for the job. Steel capped so i didnt crush my toes if i dropped something. We got on the train to leave and about 15 minutes into the trip a group of filthy wasters jump on the train. They sit across from us and start having a chat with us, all the while swigging on their cans of bourban and cola. They hadnt reached the stage of getting that shit on the edges of their mouths yet, but they were well on the way. One of them had no front teeth, another was sweating heaps and it wasnt warm at all. They left eventually after one of them asked another if he could get them some 'juice'. "How much do you need?"
At an internet cafe now. Went into the room and chose my computer. The screen saver was on so i wiggled the mouse and the screen flicked on. There was no taskbar, someone had minimised it so i dragged it back to its original position only to find 6 open internet explorer pages of porn. Max Hardcore.