Shawn’s Racer And Keith’s Bad Night (Part 1)

Weird Couple Of Days

Boy, has it been a weird couple of days, and you haven’t heard the start of it yet, let alone the end. Actually, you wouldn’t have heard almost anything regarding these last couple of days full of action and expeditious typing amongst these, my savor of memories. It’s not like my whole month thus far and last month hasn’t been without its curiosities and surprises but I have been clamped down with action this month beginning. As you might have noticed, the first day of this month yielded some new beginnings but only now am I starting to realize the distasteful truth.

All I’m going to say is that I am a glutton for homosexual behavior, not of the normal age but of the oddities that prey on their insatiable appetites for pedophilia. Tonight I have decided to whip up something good in regards to chronology and for the whole day I have been waiting upon this moment. For the last day or two at work I’ve tried to place myself in less predicaments where I would have to write such detail in my diary. It hasn’t worked favorably but as completion of this diary has been foremost on my mind at work, I believe it will near completion tonight.

Wading Through Chronology

Saturday is finally complete, the big hurdle of dissection to this favored surgeon of chronology. With the big incision out of the way let me unfold the patches of skin that relate to malleable tissue of past articles. Although there are many little issues I must diversely speak of (That of Xavier being a large cyst to be removed) I count them not as big operations, but little fractions that need to be scathed from the surface…

Speaking of chronology as of late is like emerging ever so slowly out of sinking quicksand. Writing in these memoirs is a fight for survival where if I hold off far too long I will meet inevitable doom. I feel that if I let myself sink too deep into chronology (Say one week) there can either be three options. The first would be to continue with mass depiction, taking a day off work and resultant to the pressures that be.

Then there would be the option of slicing chronology and depiction to such a degree that it would be like losing a liver. Therefore this would create a void in my life of a couple of days but that in the big picture of a couple of years would only be a pinpoint of information. Nevertheless, all memories in these memoirs are worth considerable mention. I kick myself when I read of episodes one or two years before today with a minimal amount of information.

If I were to read back upon those days I would get only a small insight into the extent of my day in which I would be able to remember more today than I had written. The third and more drastic option of course would be to discontinue my diary for good but I know that would never happen. Once I have my laptop computer I will be without end to these pages, no stopping me, no excuse.

Until then I should be able to keep my head just out of the quicksand enough to exist. These are the days where I am almost submerged and hard to breathe with all the overweighed chronology and amount of depiction. However, tonight I feel that vibe and I know that I will be able to grasp solid land to hoist myself out of such treachery.

A Ride On Shawn’s Racer

Emerging with the epic of Sunday which shall be washed down of its tributaries, I begin by noting that I woke up at 8:30 a.m. on Monday and as already illustrated, I began writing chronology for Saturday’s entry. With the knowledge popping into my head that I had to buy myself a weekly train ticket I realized that I still had Shawn’s racer at my house.

Taking a walk over to give it the once over I noticed it was rusty and worn down but as I didn’t want to walk to Campbelltown or Macarthur Square, it would have to do. With Shawn’s clothing and belongings left over my house from his heading out with Keith I thought it would be good to return some of it but that would have felt awkward to carry around. It was a good thing that I didn’t consider taking anything but myself on Shawn’s bike as the only safe way you could ride it was sitting down.

Darting off around 12:15 p.m. for Macarthur Square on Shawn’s bike it felt a bit awkward riding a racer after so long but the grace was still within my legs. Shawn’s bike was easily swayed if you stood up and pedaling in this position was nigh impossible without almost losing control from the swaying frame. Staying seated for the most duration to Macarthur Square I took up a lane on the road when best I could.

Wearing my Adidas pants and black bonds shirt I felt like the old me but wasn’t favored or used to the bike. The gearing was all stuffed on Shawn’s bike and top gear was too easy. However, I found my legs got very fatigued after a touch of uphill riding which meant the gears weren’t right and it wasn’t oiled up properly. Heading down that big hill past the roundabout to the hospital and then through the car park at Macarthur Square I made my way to the station.

Walking the bike down the bridge as I caught my wild breath I wasn’t surprised to find that tickets were freely available on concession for the City. Purchasing such a ticket I jumped back on the bike after heading down the steps and rode the rest of my journey home. Those memories of old sprouted back in my mind of being free and riding around like a machine on my racer.

Cash And Sunday Plans

However, despite my intense bid to put my racer back on the road the attempt hasn’t been any more than halfhearted. Moreover, it has been oblivious to my desires of clothing and buying a laptop computer from Binh but after this, I might consider it. However, then I want to start saving for a car and paying off my Credit Card so we’ll have to see what fate brings.

Heading back home after a trip that took me a fair half an hour I was considering heading down to the Gym but being a bit strapped for cash I decided against it. Therefore, I will have to wait until tomorrow to even think about heading to the Gym where I will most probably head out on Saturday. Upon coming back home I received word that Ralf had called me so deciding not against insolence I rang up Ralf to see what he wanted. Actually, I do believe I called Shawn where the both of them called me up so I figured something was cooking for Sunday.

Shawn informed me that they were headed down to Menangle Markets together within a couple of minutes and asked if I wanted to come along. Weighing the inevitability that my memoirs would lag considerably if I left and that I would have a worthwhile Sunday away from obligation if the same result sufficed, I decided to join them. The decision was partly on the spot but I knew I needed some fresh air, some new faces and greater depth to this month, satisfaction with life and praiseworthy chronology.

Shawn Comes Clean On The Night

Minutes later Ralf arrived with Shawn sitting shotgun. Shawn jumped out of the car to pick up all his belongings from my room as he also dropped off the shoes and shirt I lent him for the night. “You were right not to come last night” Shawn remarked, “It was shit”. As Shawn went into more depth about his night out he shared his opinion and my surety that going out with Keith and Tamsen was a big mistake. Aspired to shout the infectious phrase “I told you so”

I only used it in jest regarding Tyler who rather dogged my plans to get away from it all so he could have a shit night at home. From the lips of a disappointed Shawn, the whole night was basically overshadowed by Tamsen’s insecurity and Keith’s repression. Hearing a tad about Wests and then a touch for Molly’s the tale really began and concluded at QSB. Keith called me on Saturday just before or after midnight asking if I wanted to come along.

As I thought for a second and unleashed my forethought of staying home he uttered “I knew you were going to say that” and hung up the phone as if there was no worth speaking to me. Anyway, beside the real point, Shawn and Tyler were practically dancing by themselves as Keith sat motionless and as if he was in oblivion whilst with Tamsen. The both of them were like toads on separate Lilly pads, croaking to no avail and fearing to jump.

Such sullen entities they did portray, with morose and expressionless faces, enrapt in what was made a dismal backdrop by insecurity. Their untamed vacillation led to Shawn and Tyler having a shit night as they couldn’t coax him to do nothing but sit there like an idiot, staring aimlessly into air, without a word to Tamsen. If Keith thought his inviting Tamsen out to ignore her all night was a great move then good on him but seriously, why is he still trying.

Keith Cannot Handle Being Single

I guess Ralf brought it all together with one sentence on our way to Menangle Markets as he uttered “Keith can’t handle being single”. I feel that Keith doesn’t know when to give up on a bad thing. Despite his cheating on her, saying he never wants to see her again and lying upon white lie, he turns around and ends up bringing Tamsen out into an unsuspecting audience.

Keith lies to himself let alone other people and now we all know, like any other male, he’s subject to insecurities after a failed relationship, only, he gets it worse. PMS to women is like insecurity to men after a relationship breakup. Just like women get theirs worse than others, Keith seems to be flushed with blood, he’s bad. My insecurities stemmed to my thinking common thoughts like “What am I going to do now, who will I marry, have I got enough time to meet someone and get married now”.

However, Keith stems past the barrier of normality, thinking all those thoughts as well as mixing it with hate for Tamsen as well as trying to get her back now. I admit, there was a stage where I wanted to get back with Lyssa but I would have only allowed a mutual joining, not something as unmistakably forceful as I see before me. Keith has no clue and is probably thinking that he’ll never get a chance to marry now so why not try and get back Tamsen.

Even if they did get back together they will just waste each other’s time some more as they hate each other and marriage will never be on the cards, no matter how much Keith whinges to Tamsen. Anyway, they only danced for two songs in which they were separated by many bad memories and as that completely ruined Shawn’s good vibe of buying new clothes he put on the pressure to head home.

When asked Keith shook his head firmly as if to say “Not now, give me a little time” but no amount of time was going to help Keith speak freely with Tamsen. Their time was up and as he realized that they left five minutes later. The time must have been around 1:30 a.m. when they headed home, I was sound asleep by then.