A Long Night Of Bad Luck In Ralf’s Car (Part 3) – Mad Chaos: November 8, 1998

Prank Calling Verena

Back at my house we awaited Keith to come back from a dinner at Beverly Hills with Tamsen and once he was back and charging his battery we pranked the girl that Simon had in his mobile phone listing, Verena. Waking her up from bed I was rather smooth in talking to her and before she even knew who I was I acquired her home number as I was speaking on her mobile phone.

From there I started chatting about who she knew from Pizza Hut all the time being sarcastic with her and that paid off as I found out that Marisol was indeed Marley and her last name was Hale. Marley was in year 11 at school just starting year twelve and she was only 16 years old soon turning 17. That age came as a shock to me but as everyone was urging me to do more I had her agree to us coming over and waking her up from her slumber.

Verena was home alone apart from her little baby niece who was fast asleep. Everyone told me she was voluptuous in size but if I was drunk I would get onto her. Jotting down her address we jumped in the cars and not having anything better to do we headed for her house.

Meeting Verena At Last

Along the way to Verena’s house we came across Preston and Ralf at the petrol station so stopping we found out that he was just dropping off Preston and he would call later. Parking out the front of Verena’s unit we called her once more and told her to come answer the door. That she did and I was hoping that she wasn’t that large but judging by my last perception at the start of this entry, she was pretty big. Apart from her large ass the rest of her body was proportioned and not that big but her ass, it was out there.

If that ass wasn’t so big there might have been a greater chance that Verena would have had some company for the night but lucky I didn’t listen to everyone saying that I could score easily off this Bi-Sexual. For most of our stay there I was the one doing all the talking with her and on occasion Simon had something to say but that would probably be because everyone thought she was horrid. That’s basically what I was thinking too but I thought it more kind and flattering to speak to her the same or more tame than what I did on the phone before my eyes lay upon her.

Our stay lasted for half an hour and I was thinking (But only momentarily) that it has been a while since I’ve felt different lips around my head (And apart from Lyssa’s lips there has been no other). That thought was extremely short-lived and as her brother came home and had a shower we decided it was time to head off, an hour after we had arrived.

Standoff On A Busy Road

Simon decided it was time for him to head home and knowing that Keith didn’t want to be the one to drive around he also decided it was best to head home. My plans were different and since Ralf was going to still call Keith upon coming back from Richmond I was going to jump in his car with Shawn. For that reason we slowed down so Simon could come up next to us but as he didn’t we stopped on the middle of a busy road at 1:00 a.m. in the morning and dick head Simon stopped behind us.

Keith turned his engine off and for the next five minutes neither of us budged but as I suspected, Simon started his car and drove right past us without even glancing over. Jumping back in front of them Keith kept the speed at 30 Km/h for most of the way home until they got pissed off and turned off. Keith and I continued down Queen Street and I noticed little Bielka looking hot who used to live two houses down from Lyssa but Keith didn’t bother to slow down or stop.

The parade was also on tonight but only until midnight and that used to be a long time two years back but now midnight is only the start of my night’s enjoyment.

Rounding Up Ralf And Shawn

Heading onto Ralf’s street I noticed the papers and hesitant, Keith finally turned back so we could get our papers. Stuffing around with the chording that I had to pull of I was long enough for Ralf to pull out in front of Keith as he came to pick me up. Driving to his house Keith wanted to head home without having to listen to Ralf’s persuasion of having him drive but as he stopped off at Ralf’s house I tried to influence Ralf to take his car out.

Keith drove off home as I took my shit out of his car and for the next twenty minutes Ralf was being an idiot about what he wanted to do. Ralf didn’t want to just go out and drive around, he wanted a destination so I gave him one, ‘Two Moon Junction’. The next was to pick up Shawn but Ralf’s mind was working in slow motion and after a phone call at 1:30 a.m. to his house it took him 20 minutes to realize that we had to go to his house and knock on his garage room door which I had the privilege of seeing today.

Well, it wasn’t a privilege but Shawn showed me his room in the garage today and it wasn’t what I had seen a long time ago.

Driving to Shawn’s house his light was on and having to listen to more of Ralf’s shit and how he didn’t want to drive around any more than he had to for the night I was glad to get out of the car and head to Shawn’s room alone. Walking in I basically told Shawn that it was ‘Two Moon Junction’ or nothing and now that I’ve had the experience of being inside there I probably would have rather come home early.

Ralf had this demented idea that you had to wear a collared shirt and go out shoes to enter this club but going off the fact that you could wear your underwear only to Chevy’s I didn’t think that was the case. Regardless, to shut Ralf up I put on a whole new outfit and as we drove to his house and he prepared our last stop was ‘Two Moon Junction’.

Two Moon Junction Again

Arriving there at 2:30 a.m. after fart assing around we were only in there for half an hour and even though it was free it was shit. There wasn’t enough people on the dance floor for a starters and the fact that Daffa and Rory were also there turned me off. Half an hour wasn’t enough to pick up a groove and as I looked over the desolate dance floor Ali was noticed dancing with a pretty hot chick. It turns out that him long with Devon and the rest of them came with some girls, some hot girls and the girls weren’t ashamed to dance up to most of their guy friends.

There was one girl who was looking pretty hot and playfully slapped me on the ass but it could have been one out of two girls and I didn’t see who it was. There were a couple of hot girls but it wasn’t enough time to get my confidence going and dance with them. What I had on didn’t feel right for the place that I was in.

A Failed Lift Offer

Ending the night with a slow song we were eager to get back to the car knowing our night had just become shit, but shitter it was to become. Starting the car after perving for ten minutes or more we made our way to three hot chicks and one of them had peroxide blonde hair and a glittery short gray skirt on. The was blonde and hot and Ralf didn’t do what I wanted him to which was drive right next to them and ask if they wanted a lift home.

Instead he parked in the parking lot where Leumeah Station was and I had to jump out of the car and run over to them looking like a thug. That was his proposition because he was being a difficult idiot but as I closed the door once or twice asking myself whether I should just give it a try or not I jumped out. No confidence was in my bones and I could feel the stares of Ralf and Shawn like bullets entering my back and exiting through my Chest where they would pierce my chances with the three wounded girls up ahead.

Even before I came up to them they knew I was headed their way and they turned their backs at me and started talking to the guys in the far distance who were supposedly their lift. Walking to one of the girls that I had called with no confidence I had asked if they wanted a lift knowing that Ralf didn’t want three girls in his car but that’s all I could say with no confidence.

Coming as some relief to me she told us she had a lift and thanking me for my efforts I made my way quickly back to the car. If Ralf had pulled up next to them and the three of us were there trying to persuade the girls I know we would have had more of a chance and I would have been much more confident.

Ralf Plays Tough

That was our last trek of the day and as we headed past Queen Street Ralf tried some road rage on a guy he swerved at. The guy told Ralf to Fuck Off and jumping on the brakes and reversing Ralf said “Did you say anything to me” and as the guy said “No”, Ralf told him “Well you better not have” and drove off. Noticing Masozi with his beat up car in Ampol by himself I could do nothing but worry for him, all alone, no friends now but when did he ever.

Ali Pulled Over Again

Just in the next service station which was Mobil I noticed the person that Lyssa and I were discussing so arguably in our conversation. Ali had a cop car behind his RX7 and as we drove past him Shawn and Ralf had a laugh at his expense for the fact that he had once again been pulled over but I just kept my thoughts to myself and thought “Fuck, he’s always getting pulled over”. But maybe that’s telling Ali something, maybe he’s better off the road and considering he’s amounted to more than $5000 worth of fines over the years he could have spent that money on a much better use.

Ralf dropped me off last and as we were headed for my house we talked about how after Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg split up neither of them have made classical shit like they used to. Snoop is nothing without Dre he needs him more than Dre needs the talents of Snoop. If they ever got back together Classical shit would be in their blood.

Reading The Weekend Paper

Now as the night ends and I have my weekend paper here I shall look forward to reading it and the Employment section also after such a long drought away from the paper. Since my dad stopped buying the weekend paper I haven’t picked up a copy and personally, I think I’m missing out. Just one more thing to say, instead of my proposed idea of buying a stereo for Lyssa with my next two paychecks I have decided to invest in some night club clothes, some good shit maybe from ‘Hound Dog’.