Melbourne was cold
yes every body complains about the weather here. last year's winter in Melbourne was the worst it had been in years. constant grey. constant rain. freezing icy winds. i was housesitting for my sister in North Epping - the very northern tip of Melbourne's ever-expanding urban sprawl. a few years ago North Epping was mostly farmland. now it was just another suburb. the icy melbourne wind was even cooler coming from the empty farms from the north sweeping through this new legoland housing development where only a third of the completed houses were occupied. it had regular police patrols because the crime was so bad of people breaking in and stripping the empty houses and vandalising them. i love going for midnight walks when i have the land to myself so i was constantly followed by police. it didn't helpt hat i look like a dodgy cunt, dressed in a black hoodie, worn skate shoes, headphones blaring angry 90s punk and metal, tattooed and a beanie pulled down so low i was nothing but angry eyes with a scruffy beard
it's a bit of a trek to get into the city and see friends. so it only happened one or two says a week when i had a job lined up. right now, there wasn't much work going around. a few of my good mates in Melbourne had left for overseas or moved far away and being in the city was not as much fun as it used to be.
so most days were spent lounging around, cooking those winter meals you can graze on for days, laying on the sofa curled up with the my sister's cat, Bella, the grumpiest little shit i'd ever had to care for. now 10 10, Bella is a tortoiseshell who had mellowed in her older years. she used to hate me. fine. because i hated her snooty furry ass. now she wasn't being terrorised by my sister's 2 year old son and only had me for company - we got on fantastically. one evening i had just got the finishing touches on my tattoo. the last of the white ink highlights on my 3/4 sleeve. 3 hours of agony in a St Kilda studio. the finer the needle the more it hurts. this hurt a fuckload. at 7:30pm i rode from St Kilda to Epping. from one side of melbourne to the other. the end of peak hour traffic meant i spent near 2 hours on a motorbike in the rain and near freezing temperatures. the only thing that stopped my whole body from succumbing to uncontrollable shivers was the insane heat coming from my freshly tattooed arm. it was on fire.
by the time i got home my knees were knocking, fingers numb and purple, nipples were like bullets and my cock had shrivled up into a cold white cashew frozen above a scrotum so tight it was like the stone of an avocado with wrinkles. if it shrank any higher into my crotch they could be considered ovaries. 15 minutes in a hot shower and most it had returned to normal. i was happy to see my little fella working again. like that scene in E.T. when Elliot thinks he's dead and suddenly E.T. comes back to life. it was kind of like that. i couldn't resist and i had to rub one out
Bella curled up on the lounge beside me. i had a cuppa tea and chocolate mud cake, within reach. a xanax in me belly blissed out with a cartoons on the tv it was shaping up the be a perfect night in
then i got a text from Dj. i'd been getting texts from him since i left sydney. a couple of messages every day. i decided to give him a call and we spoke for a while. i hate talking on the phone, but xanax is a wonderful thing. under the influence, i could have talked all night
two days later i found out i had a job interview with Qantas in Sydney. i wanted to try living in Melbourne, but i wanted that job.
My sister returned from holidays. so i booked flights and headed back to sydney for 3 days
2 comments:
what was the qantas job doing?
not flight attendant, that's for sure. i ain't going clean shaven ever again! it was a lowly entry level position, but a great company to work for and easy to work your way up
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