Rollicking

Enough

Enough with the memories already.

Quit with the hello I grew up in so and so and this is what shaped me..

Im back listening to Radio National with the occasional flick over to a certain
commercial top 1000 countdown when 621 get's a little 'now let's cross to Margaret in
the tiny town of Libelsack and here how a 62 year old artist has made a living off making art from.......peoples rubbish!'

So it seems Ive calmed down just a fraction.
Enough at least to quit with the memories and get just a little bit more focused.

Ps Margaret, the man you're focusing on is not well. That's why he's 250km's from Coober Pedy. Ask his wife...She's never been happier since he moved away and started making gnomes out of tin.

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Ok....I moved into a place called Montrose at 13 yrs of age. A couple of nice dudes gave me the tour on BMX.

We were on a main rd next to a fire station. My new front fence was covered in ivy and we had a woodpile in the front yard.
The front yard was pretty big and I fancied the whole neighbourhood would at various times drop in on me
playing ball, splitting logs, frolicking....

On this particular day, the day of the BMX tour we rolled up to my joint, Ma was frolicking and Pa was splitting wood.
Silence was dreaming and Sister were coming out of the house. Front doors opened onto the verandah...Video Hits playing.
Rage had been and gone. Genisis' Rain was playing, very emotional, of course.....but then this followed.

And it werent so much the ominous skies in the clip or the overly tortured rain dance of the skinny fella,
nor the bunyips prancing around (although this provided much allure) It was the straight out proposition of
asking someone what their reaction would be to them being followed by...well by the asker. That's what nailed me.

I left Pa out front to split wood, Ma to entertain the bike boys, Silence to watch for finches and Sister as she were.

Johnny's not the only one

Johnnys always running around
Trying to find certainty
He needs all the world to confirm
That he aint lonely

I never ever knew that this is what it said.

Hyperdome

If you should wag a day at school then jump a bus to Tuggeranong Mall, buy some smokes, freak out at being caught wagging, jump a bus home, get into bed with your besty, roll a joint using lavendar and parsley to soften the blow of the 'baccy the very last thing, the very bloody last thing you should put on is this

Hysteria

At my school there was a raft of girls who just happened to be super sexy and older. They were the year above me. That is until they were kept down. Presumably due to their intellect and/or work ethic. Probably work ethic to be honest.

Becky. Tina. Stacey. Nat.... They were all one to me. They chewed gum, twirled it, thought I was cute, but pashed dudes named Les and Will and I think they had some sort of base in Mansfield...

One time, Becky wore leopard skin tights on free dress day. She had olive skin, red lips, a fringe, chubby cheeks and wore a Sebastian Bach t shirt. I could not, no matter what i did break into her consciousness.

She had a walkmen in one playtime and in a rare moment of boldness I asked what it was she was listening too. I was bold BECAUSE I needed to know.

She whipped the headphones off, chewed a couple of times, lent in close, placed them on my head without a word and as she hit play her leopard skin tights brushed my hand. They were skin fucking tight. Like cold lino on a hot summers day.

The first thing I heard was one of the sexiest voices I ever did hear to this day sing:

'I gotta know tonight...if youre alone tonight.'

I wanted in. I wanted to get to Mansfield. I wanted Les to initiate me immediately into whatever club it was he was in. I wanted to smoke.

It was the start of a very difficult time for me....

Catchin cats

Dark days. I've been catchin cats for a living. Poor fuckers... Leaves me feeling strange mate