Fifteen Cents Worth of Hot Chips (Part 2) – Mad Chaos: March 11, 1999

Keith Interrupts the Call

Speaking with Lyssa for half an hour I heard Keith’s car out the front around 8:45 p.m. and as it drove up the street I had a bit longer to talk with Lyssa. Despite Keith coming over and me having to cut Lyssa off short she was getting to sleep anyway and hearing a knock on my door I gathered that Keith dropped off Shawn first so I had to say bye. Actually, my last words were goodbye because Lyssa was complaining so I thought I would make her happy but it didn’t tie any ends.

Cards at Subway Again

With Shawn popping up at my door and Keith’s car coming back down the street he asked if I wanted to come out to ‘Subway’. Having to think about it for a couple of seconds I decided despite my strong bid to stay home and attend my Diary that I would head out and have some fun. Forgetting all the little chores I had to do I jumped into Keith’s car after putting on my shoes and we headed off to ‘Subway’.

Taking my cards with me we made our way into our usual playing table and began our night’s amusement. The game as usual was ‘Asshole’ and as usual, the little guy was behind the ‘Subway’ counter who reminded me of Norton. The only difference this time was that there was a guy who looked like he was the boss of the store and coming up to us he informed us that he wasn’t sure if we were allowed to play cards in his store.

Therefor he asked us to move to the tables closest to the wall so we could still play while he called up the manager or whatever. As it turns out we weren’t asked to move and for the rest of the night until 2:00 a.m. we played.

Chips on Fifteen Cents

Our games of ‘Asshole’ were full of stupidity as dealing cards is always amusing. Throw a card here, toss a card there and swap cards around on each other, you have amusement. Picking on Keith is my forte as I always confuse his mind by taking one of his cards in my hand and then putting it down with my card. The game would get to a point where all three of us would get confused and just cheat here and there but beyond that, the score was something on the lines of 8-8-5 where I was the lowest.

There was a point in our game where the three of us were getting hungry and with pressure to spend my Gym money and my relentless cries that I was broke-ass I made each of us chip in. Keith forgot his money at home and Shawn only had loose change and because we were all hungry we chipped in just enough to buy one dollar hot chips. Fifteen cents from me, five cents from Keith and the rest from Shawn none of us wanted to buy the food with the change we had so we played a game and the winner had to do it.

Both Shawn and I kept picking up cards in order to be the losers and eventually Keith just won the game and then cussed at having to always be the one to do shit like that. I wasn’t worried, I got to eat chips out of it, fifteen cents worth.

Confessions of a Part Time Thug

Our night ended with playing a game of cheat and when we were bored of sitting there we headed out to find better things to do. Informing both Shawn and Keith at the start of the night that I wanted a laptop computer if they knew of anyone I also told them that if worst came to worst I would have to do over a shop in my bid for knowledge gained. Just look at what I was if I ever do become famous for anything.

A part time thug that stole only for the benefit of dreams and ambitions. A lifestyle of poor tranquility that none would have imagined of me, I should write a Sonnet about that these beggar’s days. Speaking that there were heaps of places to rob and as Keith noted about the place that I had already robbed we went to check it out.

Throwing the Gridiron Ball

Parking near the RSL club we jumped out of the car with Shawn’s gridiron ball in hand and walking up that little side street we kept throwing the ball to each other. Most of the balls I dropped for fear to catch properly because the ball was pretty hard plastic and that my finger would break again. This finger brings me fear whenever I am asked to catch a ball of force and I usually weigh it down or have it cower on the last second of impact so that I would drop the ball but my palm would only be touched, not my fingers.

Checking out where I done over the old seconds store we talked congenially about future expeditions against law and then we made our way back to Keith’s car. Before jumping into his car we threw the ball around in traditional Quarterback style to each other. As usual, Keith had the better hand and I threw a few good ones but I was starting to get a tired shoulder after a little while.

Despite this I worked up a good sweat from running around and chasing the ball, missing it most of the times because the street lights were in our eyes. Hitting a parked car at one stage we made the alarm go off but that didn’t phase us. Playing throw for around half an hour we finally jumped into Keith’s car, done a circle of Campbelltown and then left for home.

Binh and the Ten Thousand Dollar Laptop

There are two things now I haven’t mentioned about my night out, some gossip you might say. The first is that Binh has a ten thousand dollar laptop computer in his possession and he’s had it for a while now. He came across it when drugged up dudes walked into his store as they usually do and offered him the laptop computer for two thousand dollars. Binh seized the opportunity as he has two thousand dollars in pocket and I gather the drugged up idiots had something to cheer about.

What he’s actually using it for I would have no clue but what use apart from the shop does he really have a use for it. The second point of gossip was that Keith is once again talking to Phoenix. Rather, she has been calling him the last two or three nights complaining that we never call her anymore to come out and once again, she’s run out of dick to suck and wants some more.

When Keith told us we were having a laugh about it but I think that he’s once again going to try and give her a good bonking, he knows how easy she is. On the other hand, what would I do if the situation came to light for me. Since I’m pretty spaced with my intentions at the moment I wouldn’t know if I would tell her to fuck off or fuck me, my libido has seen a lot of darkness.

I want to revamp some light back into my life but from whom and for how long should I wait. That is the last of me for tonight but as my tired eyes almost allow me to sleep, well, I’m just going to get to sleep…

The Dreaded Letter From the Link

Thursday 6:20 p.m.

The dawning and reconstruction has arrived. Where all problems and bills come before me, I am faced now with my last leg of payments from the link. On top of still being broke with my Credit Card and my telephone bill coming up any day I have received the dreaded letter from the link stating that I have to arrange a time and date for my Mutual Obligation interview.

Those days are upon me and still, after a year and a half of taking them for a ride the ride is almost over. There is no getting around this interview but if I wanted to rort the government some more I could do it. Shawn and Keith both advised me to quit government pay and then reinstate myself two weeks later.

Knowing that I would have to have a separation certificate as that would be part of the lie, Keith told me he could get me one and so could Shawn. Yet, I want to find a job but it seems that I’m in between not having enough experience and being too qualified for other jobs.

Weighing Up a Break and Enter

It’s hard for me to get a job these days and I feel that the next two months will be the most trying for me. I’ll either get off my butt and find myself a job with no money in hand or I’ll wait out my sentence of two months, something I don’t want to do. Knowing that I’m in the clear to receive my next payment I’m worried about the payment that will keep my money flowing for the Gym, I don’t want to quit it.

Then again, before Keith quits his work, maybe he’ll allow me to take out some more money, who knows. Being on the brink of total bankruptcy I have come up with some ploys to create some usefulness of money. I’m not sure if I’ve noted yet in my Diary but I want to consider another break and enter to score myself a laptop computer, something that will greatly benefit my chances of work and my chances of poetical success. Yet, the price to pay is a big one but so is insolvency.

As for my interview with the link, I’ll probably leave it until Monday and ring them up hoping that I can book an interview after my next payment is due, maybe in two weeks from that Monday. If all goes well I will receive that last payment and be able to live with some dignity to my name, otherwise, I’m just a broke bum.

Lyssa Keeps Calling

Last night I got myself to sleep at 5:00 a.m. and although that is just before normal time for my sleep I kept sleeping until way after 3:00 p.m. today. Waking up to a phone call from Lyssa today at 2:00 p.m. I was fairly ticked off as I usually am so she let me get off the phone. What pisses me off is that Lyssa is still calling me knowing well enough that I’ll be asleep and not regarding my hours of napping.

Lyssa called me a second time at 3:30 p.m. and once again she told me she was bored. This time I was fairly awake but still lying in bed but because I was still agitated with her continually calling me of the day I didn’t say much but straight answers. Lyssa asked me why I was so shitty and I told her the reason and with that she got upset and let me get back to my life of afternoon laziness.

Too Much Sleep in a Dim Room

Today I got more sleep than I should have and I feel that because my room is the room with least amount of possible light coming it, it makes me more lethargic. Trees out the front of my window cover it light a bush and the sun barely gets to shine inside my room. Add on top of this lack of sunshine clouds blocking the sun and you get a pretty dim room to wake up to.

Therefore, I kept getting myself to sleep and I turned over every ten minutes until I finally woke up near 4:30 p.m. Yes, that is a pretty late turnaround of time to wake up but what can I do. Within my time of being awake I called one job from the Advertiser to see if I could get an interview but I was too late, they had all their applicants. If only I could go back in time for my Resume so that this one and a half years of being unemployed would not exist.

Even if I could go back to not having worked at all, at least then I would have an excuse and jobs would be easier, for beginners. Lying would be a great benefit but it’s not me and because it’s not me I’m not going to land myself a job too quickly.

Lyssa and Her Weekend Plans

Within minutes I’m about to head off to Keith’s house. Before I go let me just note that I called Lyssa at 7:00 p.m. tonight and she called me soon after that. Our conversation had many spaces within it because of the detestable nature but she did tell me as usual, about her weekend. Friday night she is thinking of heading out with Kieran, DJ and three other guys to a dinner where I gather they are trying to hook her up with one of them. Saturday night as already noted, Lyssa will be heading out to the City for Nikita’s birthday where she received calls prior to me calling her.

Our conversation ended because Lyssa had to put fake tan on her legs and she said she would call me back but now I’m not going to get that chance to talk to her. I feel we talk too much anyway, even when we were going out we weren’t calling each other four or five times a day, or should I say Lyssa didn’t call that much.