Where did all this shit come from?

Well, lets pick up the story from late last week.
Thursday morning, I woke up a bit late. Because of this, the right turn lane onto the M4 at St.Marys was backed up for 500m. Since I was already late, I did the usual and drove past the M4 turn lane and chucked a u turn in St.Clair. Waiting to turn out of St.Clair, I was blocked by a bus at a bus stop. Being late, I decided I'd have to change lanes. As my side mirror became empty, I decided it was safe and hastily turned out. And the result of not checking my blindspot was clipping the front of a Corolla with the front of my car. Gave the other driver my details and went to work.

When I got to work, I told one of the dudes I work with. I'd also told him about me hitting Jeff's car earlier in the week. "Fuck man. Watch out for another one. You know what they say - bad shit often comes in threes.

Thursday night, I'd decided there was no point worrying about this car that I smashed into. I would be better off working out how to get the cash for it. The answer: do my tax return. So I had a rail and completed my tax. $1200 refund. Sweet. That should cover the damage. Went and grabbed cash off Jeff and went to sleep.

Friday night. My plan was to grab the cash that Liz owed me, go for a cruise by myself up Springwood Road and go home. Oh how things change so qucikly. So I got home, had a shower and a rail and decided to go for a cruise. Rang Liz to see if I could get my cash. Had to meet her at Zarn's house. Got there and sat down for a cigga. Zarn offered me a rail. I said no thanks. Zarn asked again a minute later and the answer was 'ahh fuck why not'. Railed up and then Liz realised she'd have to go to the servo to get my $50. So we all cruised to the servo in Liz's car listening to Nine Inch Nails at a volume I'd call 'fucking loud'.

By this time, Liz was all gassed up and decided to go for a bit of a cruise. Going up Lapstone hill it started raining a bit and I decided I wasn't going up Springwood road when I got back to my car because I'd probably loop it out and smash it in the wet. I was typing a list of things I had to do on Monday when I noticed we were going down Old Bathurst road. 'Fuck, better put my phone down so I can see what's going on. If Liz is going to stack it, I want to see it coming.' So I put my phone down and looked up. We went around a left hand corner and then came up to a right 180 degree corner. I noticed we were coming up to it a bit fast and before I knew it, the front brakes had locked up and we were heading for the guard rail.

Not more than three seconds of sliding followed before the usual bang and smash of metal and glass connecting with the armco. Nobody was even slightly hurt. I was the first one to get out and fuck, I was greeted by some serious damage. I drove Liz's car back to Zarn's where I railed up some more and realised that I had been involved in !!!!three!!!! accos within a week. Ahh so the dude at work was right.

Scott Belshaw turned up and there was lots of shit talked. I went round to see the K-man to pick up some more gas and ended up buying a shitload off Tim for a goood price. The rest of the morning was spent talking shit and watching the sun rise with Jeff, Al, Kovacs and Clancy. Pabs was there, but he was asleep.

Saturday morning. Got back to Jeff's and watched that 'House of the thousand corpses' movie. That's one of the most fucked up things I have seen in a long time. Shortly after, I went to see Liz cause she wanted me to drive her car to the smash repairs. Got there and she couldn't remember what insurance company she was with. So I went out and washed the car for hours. Went home, had a shower, went back to see if Liz had managed to get shit sorted. Turned out the insurance company was closed. Solution: session. I had five pipes and was absolutely fucked!!! Went and got some food and started feeling a bit better. Then the question of what to do with the rest of the weed came up. Solution: smoke it. And we did. I promptly went to Jeff's where I swear I said no more than 10 words. Went home and was asleep by midnight.

Sunday we went to Sounds where lots of speed and a bikkie was consumed. When we arrived, the secca tapped me on the shoulder, pointed to Austin and said: 'Hey mate. Where have you been? He's been here all afternoon.' Funny cunts. We all got trashed and left at 10:00.
Austin and I stopped at Maccas for coffees, rails and ciggas. Austin dropped me off so I could pick up my car. By the time i got to Jeff's I was charging ridiculously hard. Everybody eventually went to sleep and I stayed up all night playing 4 player worms against myself.

Monday I was extremely scattered, having felt like I'd just gone through two weekends.

I was angry as fuck at work on Tuesday and didn't want to be there. Felt alright today till this arvo when the boss told me he's replacing me as manager as of next week. He's found someone better. So now, my pay drops $80. This of course means my initiative, enthusiasm and general work quality will have to drop accordingly. On top of that, I left my wallet at work this arvo and didn't realise till I got to the tolls. This made me even more stressed. Problem was that I was out of ciggas and didn't have any money to buy more. This stressed me even more. And now I'm just really pissed off. I was on top of shit for three weeks and now I've gone back to where i was 6 months ago. Fuck.

Richards