Free Chicken and a Spider Hunt (Part 2) – Mad Chaos: March 16, 1999

Subway and a Turbo Wind

When the time arrived to 9:30 p.m. and after I had just finished watching ‘Ally Mcbeal’ I heard Keith’s car out the front of my house and then after stopping it carried on up the road. Within seconds I heard a knock at my door and knowing that Shawn was in Queensland I was wondering who it could have been with Keith. Inquisitive, I opened the door to find it was Simon and as I let him into my house I had slight paranoia as to whether he would walk into my room and see something of his that was stolen.

Of course, I had nothing of his apart from one or two CD’s that were packed away but that slight anxiety was there, if only for a split second. Simon and Keith wanted to head to ‘Subway’ once again and as I had my food to finish I told them to wait for me in the car. Finishing off the last piece of my chicken and getting dressed I headed to Keith’s car and we were on our way.

Little did I know of Keith’s turbo wind that he supposedly bought off Anselm. It was the kind that gave off the whoosh sound like the hydraulics of a bus door opening. Keith caned his car so he could get the wind working, it sounded alright. Browsing through a fast fours and rotaries book I noticed a piece of paper in there that noted the turbo wind that he had bought, he must have been lying.

Later in the night when Tamsen showed up to ‘Subway’ she asked Keith if he liked his present and I gathered she was talking about the turbo wind because she mentioned it had something to do with his car. Keith probably didn’t want me to think it was from Tamsen because he wanted to be a man foremost so he lied in saying that Anselm sold it to him, then again I could be wrong.

Goggle Eyes Gets Friendly

Once at ‘Subway’ we noticed goggle eyes there and I started to loath seeing him just as much as he loathed us but while we were inside I started to like the bugger. Apart from giving us a whole horde of free food including chicken pieces, schnitzels, hot chips and kebabs he came to sit near us and we entered him into our conversations. Asking him if he wanted to play his hand at our card games we treated him as if he was now one of us.

Spider in the Toilet

There was also a moment where he told us that there was a huge spider in the toilet area and telling me he would put it in the grill if I had caught it I was on my way. Once in there I noticed the size of it and as he gave me his broom I mucked around with it a little before pouncing upon his death. The goggle eyed guy (He wears glasses) kept fretting with his defensive stepping and with this I gathered he was shit scared of spiders, he had arachnophobia.

Petrol Station Distraction

Playing ‘Asshole’ first we were into it a couple of games, eating and watching ‘South Park’ when a beautiful girl drove to the bowsers outside to fill up with petrol. Thinking she was one of the girls a year or two above me at high school she had black shorts on that looked hot on her, and a light pink top.

Her hair was blonde but it made her face look fair and of her face, it had rived a large piece of beauty as has the woman from across my street. Her body was tanned and it was showing from her bronzed legs and in truth, the poem that I had written tonight was about her and my wanting to talk to her.

When she walked into the store to pay for her petrol I noticed her body was magnificent, she looked so pure and her breasts through her top looked greatly defined and awesome. They weren’t too large but just a little bigger than what would suit her, she had accomplished a faultless look. Goggle eyes walked over to where she was paying so he could better look at her and as she was walking out I couldn’t help but to whistle softly so that she would define my meaning.

Heading back to her car I had her dreamy appearance distinctive in my mind and it will be a long while before I forget her. She was perfect in most angles and by perfect, I mean she isn’t with the likes of a model’s beauty but she could be if she wanted to. She has that glossy magazine cover look, one that would suit the pages of ‘FHM’.

Apart from her beauty no one else topped her that night but there was a lady around 22 years old that also was beautiful in her own right. She wasn’t as skinny as I would like them but being blonde and having a black silk skirt that clung to her underwear as she walked, it begged my eyes attention.

Card Games and a Joker Smile

Playing ‘Asshole’ until the winner had reached ten games we found Keith to be the winner for the night and me to be on the bottom of the scoring board this time round. From that we started to play ‘Black Bitch’ and after three games of getting used to it and arguing that it was unfair to start as dunce we began with Keith winning his way into President.

For the rest of the night in which we played 16 games of that Keith was winning them all and he started to get on our nerves with the big joker smile on his face but we had to put up with his annoying attitude. Around here was the time that Tamsen made her way to ‘Subway’ and at the end of our game she wasn’t embarrassed to bring on the baby talk and then to sit on Keith’s lap. Asking Tamsen if she had developed the photos of her party yet I was eager to get some negatives of that done, especially of Linnea and maybe some group shots.

Preston Hunts for Television Fame

Keith ended up being the winner for the night and as we were leaving he told me how on Sunday he was at the football game with Ralf and Preston. Overcritical of how stupid Preston is he gave me an example. Now it’s known that Keith’s cousin is a football player and it’s also known that he gets to meet all the players after the game if he wants to. When they did meet with the Canberra side Preston walked up to Ricky Stuart and in his slow way and big eyes he asked “Are you Ricky Stuart”. Ricky was sarcastic and said no but that alone shows how dull witted Preston is.

On top of that he noticed Peter Sterling doing some commentary and turning to Ralf said “I’m going to stand behind Peter Sterling so I can get on television, come on, come with me Ralf”. Thinking that this was stupid he didn’t go along with it but there Preston was, parading in front of the camera trying to get onto television.

Ralf Keeps a Secret Badly

In our departure from ‘Subway’ Keith also let slip out a secret that he thought I didn’t know of Ralf. “Give me a clue as to what it is” I asked Keith because I knew Ralf must have spilled his guts to Keith even though he told me he didn’t want to tell any of them because they would think him stupid.

Back and forth we kept trying to gather information about what we knew and Keith didn’t want to say anything as he was told to keep a secret but giving away Queensland and Preston as a clue to him we worked out we were talking about the same thing. Jumping into the car Simon wanted to know what we were going on about and not wanting to be the one to tell him we done a sentence each of explanation so that way, we both explained it to him.

Keith thought that Ralf would never head up to Queensland and work there, the job proposals and the rest of it was all bullshit. I on the other hand felt that there was some reality with Ralf spending heaps more time with Preston these days but I feel that his telling everyone is a bit premature.

Keith and I laughed at Ralf’s idea of keeping something secret when he was telling everyone anyway, he always does this. Springing in the air the idea that Ralf was heading up there because of the blonde he had met I wouldn’t put it past him. Even though he keeps telling me that he hasn’t touched anyone since the Yugoslavian girl he was going to marry, I believe that he will follow his dick if there was anything pulling on it.

The only reason Ralf hasn’t sprung into any women’s hand is because there hasn’t been anyone to spring upon but now that’s he’s felt the tug of bait in Queensland he’s going to lure that sucker in as fast as he can. If Ralf is heading up to Queensland because of that girl I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t get anywhere with her and if she just thought he was a hopeless romantic or a crazy lunatic for moving up there. Heading back home and hearing the turbo wind at our high speeds I could tell Keith was starting to appreciate high speed driving just to hear his new little toy in effect.

One Thousand Skips

Getting back home around 2:00 a.m. I started watching television. Within some time I thought to have a shower but before I did I performed 1000 reps on the skipping rope. Having a shower and then looking at my stomach in the mirror where it was flexed and not flexed I could see a skinnier and more improved me. The skipping had done something for me, it had given me extra effort to sweat and then lose weight. My stomach still looks a little fat when I let it out but it’s not that bad anymore, it’s getting better.

From today I have set up another page of Microsoft Excel that will mark how much reps on the skipping rope I do a day. I will measure my weight and waist girth each week for eight weeks to see if there will be any improvement. What I hope to achieve is to lose some weight around the waist but keep the same weight I am now which is around 84 Kilos.

I hope by the end of this year to have reached 90 Kilos or anything beyond, I hope to be a large contender. I also hope to have myself someone loving in my arms once again, a new love, a new lease on life and renewed thought in poetry.

Nocturnal by Nature

I do like the idea of being awake to watch the sun rise without the worry of feeling drowsy and without the dampening sluggishness you would have if you were to wake up and watch. No, this nocturnal nature of mine allows me to keep awake at times that are ludicrous to others but to me, they are just another example of how I don’t function with what society deems normal living.

This abnormal sleeping pattern can also be connected with my creative aspect. As I don’t like a 9-5 job normal of many and strive for creative jobs without restrictions on time discrepancy, so to is my nocturnal nature, striving for creativity in the early hours of the morn. I do have the night of the life and I do get to view the sunset and the sunrise but amongst the time I sleep, I miss out on all the exuberant sun.

I will never find myself a woman of the day but I will find her if I must, in the night and among the night where I do dwell in this society. As for now, these early mornings where I do get to sleep are enough to tie me through.