Sounds on Monday...

Well all I heard on Monday was a quiet buzzing inside my brain. I think I overdid it this weekend. Although I didn't get up to that much, I definitely overdid it. I didn't sleep from Saturday morning to Sunday midnight. Austin an I gassed up late Saturday night after the Winter Magic fiasco and went to Panthers. Austin got hit on by a prime trog and we hung out with Fatty.

Conclusion: Fatty's a sick cunt.

So, after a bit of Futurama, Austin and I cruised up to my work (4:30am) to put new springs in my car.

Strut number one gave me a shitload of dramas, taking almost two hours to change one spring. The rest took less than 20 mins each.

We hung out at the shop for a bit, I tuned the car and fixed some shit. Then we cruised up to Westfield where Austin completely fell off the ball. He couldn't deal with the public at all.

Then it was off to Sounds on Sunday. We got there and sat in the courtyard, in the sun, gassing, listening to some fuckin cool tunes and chatting to some dude called Marcus. Fuck this dude was out of it. He sank beer after beer, drinking them out of a straw while telling us the same four stories every ten minutes. His short term memory was up the shit.

4:30 rolled around and we sank the bikkies. Nothing really happened for me until at least 6:00. This caused a real problem which will be discussed shortly.

The music was pumping, the djs were fuckin quality, the bitches were hot and I was cooking.

The club is this old church built on top of a shopping center in North Sydney. Sitting in the courtyard as it got dark, cooking, it was almost surreal. You could see no movement from the outside world, no roads, no cars, no other people apart from those in the club. All you could see was dark buildings - an inactive city contrasted with this club just pumping with energy.

The club closed at ten and we ventured home. I was still cooking, so had to smoke some weed before I went home to sleep. This I did. And stoned I was. I got home at midnight thinking I be sweet for the next day's work. How wrong I was...

So I woke up monday morning, feeling good, ready to go to work. I had some breakfast, then went for a shower. Looked at my eyes in the mirror and my pupils were massive, and my eyes bloodshot. "Oh fuck!!!!" I whispered. I couldn't go to work looking like that, so I told my mum I had to flu and told the boss I'd eaten something dodgy the night before and I was paying for it that morning.

I went back to sleep and cruised on over to Jeff, Pabs and the K man's joint. Had a big rail with Austin and monged out for the rest of the day. Ahh shit. I definitely overdid it.

Never again will I have a bikkie when I have to work the next day. So from now on it's speed on Sunday at Sounds on Sunday.

In closing, let me just say that Sounds on Sunday is the best club I've ever been to.

Richards

DEAD!!!

That is how you would describe this blog right now... Richards car is fast and unisured (with some minor hiccups here and there) so he's got nothing to say anymore. Austin is out in the world of chems still and when he does have something to say it doesnt make sense (or its about his own stupidity, i've seen the crash site, there is no way he didnt see the gate). Allan hasnt been online with his witty insight on the world, Pabs is a hobo and has no internet access, and Adam is off getting his dick sucked so he doesnt come online anymore (he comes elsewhere). My life is normal, cruising along at a leisurly speed. I havent been laid for a little while but thats cool coz it'll happen soon, dont you worry about that.

So boring is this blog i have resorted to working at work, while you cunts fail to amuse me day after day... bastards!!!