Keith was being a fool and opened Lucas’s door slowly and from inside the room he heard Lucas bump his head on the wall, probably from getting scared. Lucas then popped out and said, “Would you all mind being quiet,” now you know how it feels boy. The funny part was when Lucas had a word to Simon in private, probably laying down the house rules. Some funny shit I found out was that Simon’s dad uses their house like a hotel room to have sex with the mistress behind his wife’s back. That’s why Simon’s dad wanted him to move out and what’s more, he pays for the house like a hotel room.
The four of us were sitting in the lounge room, me on a beanbag that I had found in the corner. Tatton was being a bit rude taking out the drinks and using it at his will. As we had conversation I noticed that Lucas and Simon had the same sofa’s that my parents had bought recently for upstairs, strange. Mostly we talked about having the party this weekend and as much as we tried our persuasion they just didn’t want to budge. Our aim for the night was to go out gnome hunting but Keith didn’t want to drive his car and later we found out that Simon didn’t want to drive his, same shit all the time. Lucas went to sleep and I was trying to get the ball rolling. Eventually we all just agreed to go home and so we said goodnight to Simon and he walked us outside. While there we all started drawing on Lucas’s car as it was all wet (Well it was Keith’s car but he sold his Pulsar). Like a Hawk Lucas came out the front and had a go at us for drawing on his car, he he.
Jumping into Keith’s car we drove away then came back past their house to stop out the front but we didn’t arouse suspicion and no one came out. Doing another U-turn we headed for home. But, the night didn’t end here as we neared my house and then Keith uttered “I don’t really want to go home yet, if you pay Tatton some money for Petrol we’ll go out.” While at Simon’s house we had the notion in our heads of driving to the City and visiting some strip joints and Tatton was offering money for petrol as I didn’t have any. So Tatton agreed to pay for petrol and instead of driving home at 3:00 a.m. in the morning we made our way towards the City.
The weird mind of Keith wanted to drive to Engadine near Cronulla where he could show us where he bought his Accordia from. Thinking it was a waste of a trip we drove there anyway since Keith noted it was on the way to the City. Tatton was in the back seat and he was falling asleep half of the time. Myself, in the front seat I undone my belt and hung my head out of the sunroof as it was open most of the way. Winding down the windows we peered at people on the roads but we started to realize that there weren’t much people out for a Wednesday night, it was basically dead on the roads. Making our way to Engadine Keith showed us the house, boring, yep and then we headed the rest of the debilitating way to the City.
On the way we stopped for Petrol just out of the City and while there I picked up some tissue paper and blew my receding mucus out of my nose. The cold right now hasn’t gone away fully but I’m operational fully. My voice is still deep and broken and I still cough a little but it’s not as bad as day one and two. This is where Tatton took the opportunity to ride ‘Shot Gun’ as he calls it. That would be for the reason he felt special for paying for petrol and wanted his money’s worth so, I gave it to him.
Cruising down the main street in King’s Cross we were disappointed to find that almost all of the strip clubs were closed and inoperable. The only clubs that were open were ‘Models Inc.’ and ‘Show Girls’ so not wanting to make this trip a waste Keith parked the car a fair distance away and slept in his car while Tatton and I went for a walk. Reasons for Keith to sleep in his car probably would have been so he didn’t have a conscience when he was confronted by Tamsen. Speaking of Tamsen, we drove past Min-Su’s house before leaving for the City so Keith could see her car there, she was sleeping there for the night, girl stuff.
Napping like a baby was Keith, Tatton and I we were headed by ourselves to strip joints, a long walk. Being Tatton’s first ever visit to a strip club and also the first time he would ever have seen pussy I found that funny. Firstly we walked into ‘Show Girls’ and seeing a girl dancing up on stage we sat down in the front seats as there were no other seats available. This place was sort of like a bar or a little club but I didn’t fell out of place, maybe Tatton did feel a bit embarrassed. The both of us were lucky as the beautiful lady came up in her G-String and started spreading her legs mostly at Tatton. After a minute she lent over to Tatton and asked if he had any money to put on her strap, we had no play money. Having to jump out of the good seats we made our way out as Tatton was feeling a bit embarrassed.
Heading for ‘Models Inc.’ I thought this place would be better as this is where we took Ali for his birthday. Nope, this was shitter and because Wednesday was so dead and nearly nothing was open they had the shit girls dancing on stage. The first girl was very anorexic and looked ugly by her skinny frame, no tits and very long torso. To add, she had a sailors had on and with her curly black hair reminded me of Penelope, I was disgusted. This lady disgusted both Tatton and me but when she took off her bra and then her underwear, Tatton had a big grin on his face. It’s a pity that Tatton’s first sight of pussy was this beast but cheap fulfillment comes when you least expect it. Waiting for the next girl to come out we viewed her until she was down to her underwear and was juggling her bra on her nipples as they were so long and large. Tatton got a bit tired of it and so did I so we headed back to Keith’s car.
Sleeping like a baby Tatton chose to scare the fuck out of him and sitting on each side of the car we started tapping, woke him up and that’s about it. Startled somewhat he opened the doors and I chose once again to ride up front as Tatton would probably fall asleep fast. On our way home Tatton did try and stay awake but it only took ten minutes and then I was blocking his nose and flicking his ears, all that shit. Keith was also heaps tired but that’s the reason he had himself some sleep before leaving. Twenty minutes from home I started to feel the tiredness kicking in. Looking towards Keith I could also see it in his eyes and opening up the windows and sunroof I fought to keep awake. Prodding Tatton helped a great deal as we had laughs for the fact he didn’t wake up. Tatton woke up ten minutes from home and that’s about when overtiredness started to kick in. Whenever I get overtired I start getting paranoid and crazy in my talk and I flip out to say the least. There I was saying shit, telling jokes and laughing at nothing. Keith was having a good laugh and knew this side of me, he knew I needed some sleep.
Continuing with my zany attitude we drove firstly to drop me off and I was relieved jumping out of the car. Just mentioning the beach one more time to Tatton I said goodbye and made my way home. Other arrangements we tried to make were to visit the City one day on the weekend with Keith’s car or one day have a whole lot of us rent out a room at Sydney Casino and have a great night. Opening my front door I walked in and had some yogurt to quench my hunger. Almost immediately after eating I lightly brushed my teeth and fell straight into bed.
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.
