Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Rain in the Hills, Sun on the Plain
pushies,pasta&protest Yesterday was the sort of day that when someone rings at 9am to see whether you'd rather be at work than on your RDO, you say "nah!". Pissing down rain and 10000 football fans in the city. So I go bush. You know it's steep when 1km of road takes 15 minutes of your life. You know its wet when the wheels have shot out from under you for the second time. You know your crazy when you spend all working week waiting for the chance to piss-off into the hills and leave a trail of mud and blood behind you.
Today's a beautiful day, but my hearts just not into it. Over work, over the city, over all the crap that comes with it. The stench of stale cigarette butts in every doorway and courtyard. The arrogent arseholes driving 4wd's in the city, 'P' platers in sports cars, taxi drivers with necks so fat they can't look over their shoulders. As DRI said "the city stinks".
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