Better than watching the footy.

I got these guys album today, mainly for a song which I saw on rage last weekend at about 2am. It's funny, sometimes being overtired and superbly stoned can influence your opinions on things, especially music. Turns out the album isn't actually that bad and I am looking forward to listening to this song over and over again when I turn 30 and am unable to get a working visa and am in the middle of regretting EVERYTHING that I've never done with my life. Oh it will be so bittersweet and I honestly can not see a way around it. I plan on a little rocking back and forth or maybe some sitting in a warm bath until it goes cold, crying. Yeah, that should do it. I don't need to wait until I'm middle aged, I can have my crisis right here and now. Excellent. In hindsight, however, I probably should have got the Mum album because I quite like them. Tomorrow.

Penis penis penis.

I recently bought the Band of Brothers DVD box set. It's excellent if you didn't know. It bought back many fond memories of when I holding the line in Bastogne. No, just kidding, it bought back many memories of an ex-housemate who used to get drunk and watch a particular episode over and over again. Ah alcoholism, how you nearly ruined us all.

There is some major construction work going on outside. Because of this, the store is unreasonable quiet. 2 hours 1 customer. Which reminds me of something, but I can't put my 'chicks eating shit straight from one anothers ass holes' finger on it. Maybe it will come to me after I vomit someones shit and piss all over the floor and then lick it up again.

So on the way home last night there was ANOTHER incident on Smith st. I am beginning to bore myself with these stories they are so common. I was telling my housemate about it last night and I found myself trailing off because I was sick of hearing it, sick of telling it, sick of it all really. I used to find huge entertainment value in these sorts of things but it is slowly wearing thin. Last night I watched an old Italian man get fed up with being asked for change and have a verbal go at one of the many drunk losers that hang outside the supermarket.

This other, old drunk Aboriginal guy sees what's happening and decides to go over and step in. This guy, the old drunk Aboriginal guy, lets call him Staggers, as in, Staggers the drunk clown. So Staggers goes up to the Italian guy and starts getting all in his face. The Italian guy is not really up for a fight, being about 65 and all and is more interested in getting his opinion across, which is fair enough. Staggers clearly just wants to start some shit and takes off his jacket all tough guy style. Because he is so drunk he almost falls over while doing this. That part in itself is pretty funny. The Italian guy is trying to get away with out having to fight him but Staggers is not backing down, doing the chest bump and every other antagonising thing that you could think of. The Italian guy tries backing off but Staggers wants to show him who's boss and swings him.

It doesn't connect and the Italian guy retaliates and socks Staggers who goes down, gets up again and catches a few more for his troubles. The old Italian man, who, may I remind you, is old, totally dominates Staggers and in the end one of the people crowded around watching (by now there are about 20 people) steps in and separates them, much like a parent prying two fighting children apart. A lady walks past me and says to her partner "What's this?" and I reply for him "This is Smith st". We laugh. Everybody goes home happy.

There is certainly something wrong with this picture. The fact that I am so desensitised that I watch this sort of stuff for fun now, the fact that I am so callous that I couldn't care who cops what, the fact that I am one incident away from turning into that old Italian guy and cutting loose. The fact that we joke about it like these peoples lives mean nothing to us. The sad fact that really, they don't just mean nothing, they are nothing. When I was a kid I wanted to be a social worker. Now that I am an adult, I am surprised that there are not more of these on the streets.