My nights of clubbing are here, no longer will I miss out on what shan’t be missed. How could I keep away for so long from something I thought was so wrong and in turn is just a great place to dance and if you feel lucky, pick up. The latter didn’t happen tonight and I’m sort of glad about that but I did have opportunities, two real opportunities. One was on the dance-floor where Ralf and I danced up on this beautiful girl, black hair, pretty face, hot body, just can’t remember what she was wearing. She got scared off because I tried to sandwich her between Ralf and I so we could have her dancing between us but she got frightened off.
The other girl I had seen from coming in and lucky I didn’t follow my instincts. While Binh and I were gone for a walk away from the Nightclub where Ralf and Keith were I noticed a girl, black pants, red top and blonde hair, very blonde. She looked fairly skinny but from my vantage point I thought she looked hot. She made her move on me by deserting her friend and leaning over the balcony a couple of steps away. She kept looking over and I wanted so badly to make my conversation for the night but I chickened out for the whole evening and because of that I had nothing.
All in all, today was a great day, a boost to the month and considered a landmark event and a day after a rough bump in my month. That is gone now and I hope the rest of this month continues to be as good as tonight had been, that would be something. The good news is that this Friday night (Which is the second last day of the month) we are headed to Liverpool RSL Club because I heard that was the place to be if I found Penrith Panthers great. The four of us plus Ace will probably go and then on Saturday we will be headed to the City or somewhere else to have a party. After visiting a nightclub it’s hard to go back to just driving around in the City, the atmosphere is so much more alive in a club, more choice, easier to pick up people if that was the case.
Tonight I spruced myself up so fine, jeans, black belt, my blue work short which I didn’t tuck in and undone the top button to show off part of my Chest and my necklace. Also buying myself some more hair foam I found this to be some great shit, made my hair look natural and for the whole night not even one piece of hair came out of place. Cool Water was all over my neck and Chest but I’m pretty sure it was gone even before we made it to Penrith Panthers. The night was great and so was the day with Ralf waking me up at 11:00 a.m. showing me he got his license. From there we headed to the beach and had our mad time but more time to explain when I wake up today. When I wake up today I will probably be woken up by Ralf again because he wants to head out to the beach which is a good idea. Ralf only gave me five hours of sleep last night and I can tell tonight is going to be no better at all…
Sunday 4:40 p.m.
This is indeed going to be my summer of love and the only summer where my awareness of girls, the beach, a good body and a great suntan have come full circle. My mind is weird and I don’t think on the normal vibe that everyone else does. Only until I put total thought into an idea like this being my Summer of love will I really reap the best rewards and remember it as such. Summer hasn’t even hit us yet and already I’m loving the basking in the sun that will be around for the next four months or maybe even more. God I love this weather and what’s more, I love the fact that I’m going everywhere now to congregate with girls, more chances. For example, now I’m going to the Catholic Club, I’m visiting Nightclubs, the beach, Miranda shopping center, Macarthur Square and all other little nifty places I can get myself to.
Well as time passes I have to record my days’ events but wait… Some late breaking news that pisses me off in a way because I can’t write the great shit I done yesterday. Shawn just called me up and he wants to go down to the beach this late in the day. I said I would go and even though I have to write in my Diary. The good thing I guess that could come out of this is that we will probably see Lyssa down there as she is with Ali, Penelope and Kieran having a barbecue at the lighthouse point in north beach. Shawn is coming over anytime now so I might as well get ready and get back to writing in my Diary tonight.
Sunday 11:25 p.m.
This is the summer of love, indeed it is and this is the month of abundance and hormonal saturation. My confidence lacks no longer, it had been lifted since last night’s epic night at Penrith Panthers. Already I have chatted to two girls that were attracted to me in some way and I’m liking it. No longer will I let an opportunity pass, rather I will cease the moment and approach whoever I think needs to be approached. This month I’ve gone out for everyday but two or three. This month had seen me go through a phase of visiting the movies five days or more in a row. Now this month will see me go through another phase, the beach. Yesterday I went to the beach, today I also went to the beach and tomorrow I have plans with Shawn to visit the beach once again. When is this profuse heat going to desist, when will my fun end and my responsibility begin. This is my summer of freedom, my summer of love and peace to all who have the same thoughts. As the summer of 69 I so much hear about from an older generation, this will indeed be a remembered summer, one that I can spread to the next generation.
Let me begin where I should begin, at the start of Saturday and now in full detail before I do go to sleep tonight. The sand and the salt water at the beach today has made me tired and my eyelids are begging to be closed but I wait upon this entry to finish before that can happen. My day started at 11:00 a.m. on Saturday and after a short sleep of five hours Ralf knocked on my door. Looking out of my window I noticed immediately that it was Ralf and being in the nude (That’s how I always sleep) I put on some pants and opened the door to him. Ralf was ecstatic that he had his license and he didn’t stop waving it around to everyone that night. I guess Ralf is entitled to some happiness and joy in his life and Saturday was his day. Having nothing to eat I jumped into his car and we headed to Campbelltown, he had some errands.
Never did I think that Ralf would debilitate the hours of the day by monkey assing around but that’s his skill, he can waste time whenever. Now that he has a car he can do whatever he wants and apart from his rule of not eating or drinking in the car and the petrol money rule if we leave the circle perimeter of Liverpool or further he has a premonition for his car. If Ralf wants to go somewhere then tough luck for everyone else because it’s ‘His Car’. Because it was Ralf’s car he chose to monkey ass around for the day and a couple of hours later it was time to head for the beach and then monkey ass again.
Our first destination was Campbelltown where Ralf drove up the main street and then to Pep’s Auto. While there I sat in the car enjoying the warm sun for a while and then after Ralf was taking his time I stepped out to see what was holding him up. Stepping inside the store I noticed Ralf discussing what kind of sticker he wanted for his car’s back window. ‘Brother Jackson’ is what the sticker will read and it will stretch across half of his window and only as tall as half a ruler. Ralf wanted to buy some other car shit while we were there and when all was done and Ralf paid his deposit we jumped back in his car.
Our next monkey ass stop was at Shawn’s house and the reason for this stop off was so that Ralf could once again show off that he had his license. Shawn was still sleeping but walking into his house the both of them came out. Ralf flashed his license to Shawn and I don’t know how but the both of them didn’t see Ralf’s keycard fall out and that fucked him up later in the day. When Ralf drives he doesn’t know where he’s going. Instead of taking the easy way to places he’ll go some way without even realizing where he’s headed and cover it up with either “This way’s quicker” or he’ll just say “I wanted to go this way for fun.” Ralf lost his license before due to road rage and driving his car through a mall because his brother Preston told him to. The way everyone figures, it will take Ralf to get out of his visionary stage of not speeding and keeping his road rage under wraps but eventually that will be his downfall once again. Shawn and Keith give Ralf one month or two at the most before he loses his temper and loses his license, I give him three.
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
