Keith Bails And Imad Rings Me (Part 3)

Keith Rings Late

Friday 11:06 p.m.

It won’t be long now until I come across the decision that will either have me stepping out of this room and into a club or I will just chose to stay home, resting these aching limbs and preparing my tired eyes for a day of window shopping in the City tomorrow. Just to give you a quick capitulation of the night after writing in my diary, I received a call from Keith around 10:00 p.m. Keith vaguely asked me if I was still coming out for the night and figuring that he was speaking of Chevy’s I agreed to come out.

As Keith pulled up at my house I wasn’t comfortable with my hair or what I was wearing and what’s more, I didn’t have perfume on. There were many things that I didn’t like about my appearance but for the sake of making one I headed out to the car and from there we were off. Keith showed me his new ‘Monica’ CD that he bought and as we cruised down to Campbelltown he told me how everyone was at the Catholic Club and Ralf even showed up.

Tyler and Binh had invited a girl down which Keith noted was good looking and that enticed me somewhat. However, Keith completely got his intentions confused upon me as we headed to the Catholic Club. Questioning him about what we were doing he informed me that we were going to spend a further hour or two at the Catholic Club before traveling to Chevy’s.

This was news to me as I thought we were heading straight back to Chevy’s so without any further ado I asked Keith to drive me back home in which he did. Lending me the ‘Monica’ CD I sat around for this last hour and a bit watching television and chatting on the phone, let me explain…

Imad Calls Out Of Nowhere

Ten minutes after coming home I received a rather unexpected call and as Imad was saying “Hello” on the other end I didn’t know in what sorts to take it. Despite my confusion as to what light I should have taken Imad, a friend is still a friend and Imad hasn’t done anything wrong to me. The only dislikes that have been chiseled into my head by others is the fact that he smokes pot and he still hangs around Naqi but by our conversation, I learnt Imad has wizened up and no longer speaks with Naqi anymore.

Imad told me that enough was enough and as everyone has grown up, Naqi is worse than when I was hanging out with him. From what I was told, Naqi continually puts down everyone including Imad for his own usual benefit. “Martin has him all figured out,” he noted, “Whenever Naqi puts someone else down, he’s really placing that blame on himself.” So, when Naqi calls someone an idiot or some other name he’s really finding a way to blame his own actions.

Imad also confessed how he used to smoke marijuana and how he used to be on speed but he hit rock bottom and by his words, he’s climbed back out of it. Imad doesn’t need idiots like Naqi around him and that’s why he’s basically disowned him. From Imad I have heard this tale before but now it sounds more genuine of a hatred for Naqi.

Through our conversation there were many bases touched as Imad told me he still speaks to Pippa and gives her a wallop on occasion but she loves him and he only uses her for sex, he tells her that. On the subject of sex Imad told me that he’s heard many things about Phoenix and I could sense he was trying to get to the point where we had a foursome but he steered clear of actually asking me out of respect.

Imad also told me that Phoenix was asking for my number a couple of weeks ago, news to me. Imad’s disowning of Naqi is a small victory to my pride in the matter. For so long I have thought that Naqi has gotten away with associating with Lyssa and my best friend first and foremost where I came out with nothing but now he’s getting it all back in his face.

Not only is Imad and everyone else hating Naqi’s childish attitude but his relationship with Penelope is on the brink. “Sucked in to the cunt” Imad uttered as he voiced his malevolent spite for the Leb who is abhorrent to all other Lebs. Imad is trying to steer clear of all the dogs he knows in his life, choosing to tell them to fuck off instead of putting up with their shit.

Dinner At Imad’s One Day

It was a surprise that Imad called me tonight as I didn’t think we would ever pick up old fellowship. Our conversation lasted for a good long hour where we talked on many subjects and the past. Imad told me how he was saving up his money to buy a bond to rent a house in Campbelltown. Imad has been saying that for a while now but since he’s training to be a manager now, money should come easier for him.

“Come over anytime when I move out,” he remarked “I’ll cook you dinner.” That is an offer I won’t be refusing and as he acknowledged he will be getting his license back soon, visits to the City together won’t go unchecked. When I decide to buy myself a car I’ll be all the more able to create friendships of old, something I look forward to.

Naqi Loses His Licence

On the topic of licenses, Naqi got his license back but he lost it almost immediately because he got busted driving prior without a license. Once again, Naqi gets all he deserves and I do speak with a detesting voice but how hard is it to speak on such a good-willed tone about such a spited man. When the day his walls crumble and he finally breaks up with Penelope will be a great day for me indeed.

Imad said that it was well on its way, he can see it in their eyes and how they act towards each other. Imad and I left our conversation around 11:00 p.m. and five minutes after that Keith called to see if I was still heading out. With the promise that the girl who arrived with Tyler would be at Chevy’s, I guess I can give it a go…

Odd Pieces Of Bread

The time has come once again to get myself prepared and prepped up for Chevy’s tonight. I know Keith tends to bend the truth a lot so I’m not counting on that girl being at Chevy’s tonight but I’m hoping for some lady accompaniment. Before I go however, I must add a couple off odd pieces of bread that are scattered around in my notes. This thought was created a night before I slept over Lyssa’s house so it would have been on Monday, let me elaborate.

On Monday I finally started having thoughts about sex. They were just thoughts but they were distinct visions in my head of flesh against flesh in certain positions. I pictured a tight and skinny torso sitting on top of me as I lay down, sliding ever so gently onto me. With these thoughts I remembered how great a feeling sex used to be and for the first time, I really started to miss the idea of sex.

However, ironic it would now seem that Lyssa ended up calling me the next night to head over to her house and more irony would grace the fact that as I had gathered, nothing would happen sexually. Apart from my hand running up and down the line of her jumper and around her breasts as I lay hugging her, nothing more eventuated. Another stale-bread act of musing was to recall how Keith spoke of Ace last weekend.

While we were out one of those nights Keith noted that Ace used to be the biggest nerd but now he’s got all the confidence in the world. I think the notion for this speech erupted from my noting that I had no confidence on the dancefloor and from somewhere sprouted this story. I do commend Ace though, he does have the charisma there with him, the style and the walk.

Centrelink Lets Me Go

Regarding my payment now, on Wednesday I received a letter from Centrelink stating that I was no longer to be on their ‘Work For The Dole’ Program. This brought such a smile to my face as I knew I had rorted them without even trying to deceive them. This led me to the view of handing my form in one last time today and as Keith couldn’t do it I passed the duties onto Shawn.

Having Binh drop off my form on Thursday night as he sold me the gold chain Shawn delivered it this morning so I’ll hopefully be getting paid. Centrelink is so lost at the moment that they even sent me a Health Care Card on Wednesday, how funny is that.