Stupid we must have looked at such a ghost town of a station, just me and the black boy. Ralf didn’t want to take any chances, he bought himself a ticket from there on, a full fare ticket. Sitting ourselves down on the red seats Ralf started rapping and I became the beat, the voice. For twenty minutes we rapped and laid down some beats that rolled off our tongues until our boredom was over, the train had arrived. Blessed with a victor we jumped onto the train and irony served us once more. Seated once again downstairs the two beat cops were on the same train we were and as they passed us we eased somewhat and gathered they would have checked us by now. The last couple of stations were nothing and as the time arrived to 3:30 p.m. we arrived at Cronulla beach.
Dusk was becoming evident as the sun was fading behind clouds and mountains of far distance. The time was nearing to evening and we both noticed that many people were leaving to go home, many had already left. The population of the beach was severely severed by time but that didn’t worry Ralf and I. Walking onto the rustic sands of the beach we took off our shoes and socks and walked the sands plagued by falling light. Our aim was to walk the length of Cronulla beach and we did that. In that long walk I found out that Cronulla has many parts and walking from our main part all the way up the coastline we noticed another part of the same beach. Our last venture was to the bottom portion of Cronulla’s coastline where I remembered being young and having been taken there with my parents and my dad’s old preaching friends.
On the furthest part of the beach up the coastline, our first venture trodding along the sands we noticed a kind of party up the top on the road. Glancing toward that direction we could see nothing but I was happy to find two or three beautiful girls up there standing near the railings, about 40 meters above us. There was one girl in a long blue dress and I think it was her where you could see up her skirt. Walking to the furthest beach we noticed two girls and as our eyes caught we gazed at each other as if caught by a labyrinth of lost memories waiting to be answered by eyesight. The girl standing and looking in our direction, into my eyes, she was beautiful. Looking around my age, somewhat taller and with brown hair, their faces were impeccable. Glancing away for a split second Ralf and I talked of how they were glancing over, these two hot girls in their bikini’s and nice deep tans.
Ralf didn’t want to walk over to the girls despite my enthusiasm to spark a conversation. All I needed was Ralf to become my confidence boost but he thought that we shouldn’t bother the girls. Instead, Ralf chose a spot of sand across from the girls where we sat, ten or more meters away. Walking past them I noticed the girl lying down with the hotter face had a sectioned white skirt on. When she lay down you could see the green bikini she was wearing underneath and to know she was wearing a skirt and for me to see her bikini drove me nuts, wild. However, the girls left soon after us sitting down and once again trying to persuade Ralf to come with me so we can talk with them he said he would rather not. When the girls were gone we walked to the end of the beach and as we got tired we rested our feet on the sand. Placing our shoes back on we made the rest of the trip to the bottom of the beach and then made our way back towards the train station.
Before heading off home Ralf got hungry and trying to spare my money I was forced to buy some food. Ralf was generous before with his money as he bought me a drink or two and I thanked him accordingly. Buying myself a drink and a spring roll to feed myself for dinner Ralf bought half the shop with his money. Seriously, he filled up a plastic bag full of seafood and hot chips and the freaky thing was he ate it all. Once again I snuck my way into the station and finding a seat we enjoyed our trip home. The train ride back to Sydenham was great, nice hot chicks were on the train but none that I can depict within these here pages.
Sydenham was reached and upon jumping off it was a grand feast on beautiful girls. A couple of blondes walked past, nothing really spectacular but the difference came from a girl on the other side of the platform. Smaller than me with black pants, hound dog type shirt and heels on, she had the maddest butt through her great clothes. This girl caught my attention for most of our wait for a train and as one did come along I waved the girl goodbye from within my mind, our journey was set. There were now two girls that Ralf and I noticed as we walked from carriage to carriage like we had done for the whole day, looking for girls. Walking to the last carriage we noticed a hot girl in a black dress with her boyfriend upstairs, she was relatively skinny. Then there was a girl downstairs that was from someone European or from Greece. This girl had a large black cross around her neck and did dress a little weird but I don’t think she worships the devil or anything.
Both girls were hot seated on the train but we decided to sit behind the girl with her boyfriend who sat in the double seaters facing passengers. The guy was facing us and every chance we got when he looked away we would check out his girlfriend. The guy must have become intimidated by Ralf’s size and he asked him for the time. This guys girlfriend kept looking backwards into the window always trying to see what we were doing, she was flirting in a way. This girl had great legs and I was surprised when her boyfriend lowered his head between her legs. Ralf and I thought he had stuck his hand up her skirt and was showing her a good time but he only lay his head on her legs. What was more peculiar was the fact that she done the same thing a couple of minutes later, lay on his lap but to everyone else it would have looked like she was giving head.
Heading to Campbelltown Ralf I thought it a coincidence that both girls were headed for Campbelltown station. Jumping off the train ourselves Ralf walked over to a payphone which he used to call up his mum since it started sprinkling. With only a shirt on it started to get a bit chilly. Ralf’s mum came pretty quick and as we both jumped in the car I was given a lift home. Upon arriving home at 8:00 p.m. on my Sunday night I checked with my mum who had called me. Apparently Lyssa gave me a call at 2:00 p.m. in the day then once again just before I walked into the door. Before walking downstairs mum also reminded me that Keith had also rang me around earlier in the day. With food in my hand and my computer on I decided to give Lyssa priority call and thanking my lucky stars, she wanted to come over. Keith gave me a call while I was in preparation for Lyssa to come over and I told him that I would be spending the night at home but I would call him the next day.
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.
