What have I got myself into?
It's time to reach into the back of my brain and find where the fuck I stashed that word I rarely use - NO. Oh wait there it is. NO. No no no no no. Sick. Time to use the cunt of a thing. I've said yes to too many things recently, putting others' priorities first and mine second. I've got jobs on the side coming out of my arse and they're all on my back to get them done ASAP. While in the meantime, my poor shitbox of a car sits there in the dark corners of the work carpark, bent and lifeless.
So I get home this arvo and before I can even lock the Suzuki up, I'm cornered by my sister and the neighbour's daughter. To cut a long story short, the neighbour comes over and asks if I can go to Homebush on Sunday morning at 6:00 to replace the water pump on their dirty old Falcon. "We'll pay you" she says. "$100" She says.
$100 to do that job is almost not worth the effort involved. Fuck. Where's that word again? Hmmmm come on, it's got to be in here somewhere. Maybe under the pile of 'yes'. Yep, there it is. NO!
So In a couple of weekends I have to go up the coast and wire up Scott's uncle's Corolla. A full day's work. What's he going to give me in return? A litre bottle of Southern. All the while, my poor shitbox of a car sits in the dark corners of the workshop carpark, bent and lifeless.
Ahhh fuck...
Richards
