feeding the rich

This morning I was talking to a guy I work with about when I used to work at a bar in the city (he worked at the same bar about 3 years before I did). I was fresh eighteen at the time and would work from 3:00pm until 3:00am on Fridays and Saturdays. I’d finish work, have some drinks with my pals and head home on the 6:13am train back to my ma’s house in the hills. I didn’t care about the hours, I didn’t care about the lack of sleep and food I’d endure over those three days and I didn’t care that I looked like a walking corpse come Sunday evening… what worried me the most was the train ride home.

One morning, I was on the train, I’d grabbed a breakfast McValue meal from McDonalds and was reading on the train. I’d only eaten half of my McMuffin, had a nibble on the hash brown and put it all back in the bag next to me in case I got a bit peckish later on. Don’t judge… it’s a long ride to Boronia my friends.

A man in an obviously expensive suit was sitting opposite me. It was quite clear that he had hit the town straight after work and was only now on his way home. His tie was loosened to one side and he still had his briefcase with him. He alternated his drunken stares between me and my half eaten bag of McDonalds for about 3 stops. We pulled into Richmond Station and he lept up, snatched my bag of half eaten McDonalds, laughed maniacally and ran off the train. I sat there in shock for a second and looked out the window to see a man in a suit that would have cost more than a month of my wage chow down on my half chewed hash brown.

Two weeks later I moved to a place in Fitzroy.

hey mum!

I exchanged the skinny bitch series you got me for the Lonely Planet guide to Vietnam and The Outsiders and I'm not sorry.

cmx

something is not right with me.

there was an incredibly handsome, charming and funny man sitting on my couch and flirting with me for two hours and it took my incredibly stoned housemate to point it out to me... what is wrong with me at the moment?


i'm listening to too much wilco. that's what it must be. oh wilco. i love you too.

cmx