bored again....

I put my money on the floor, then you pick it up and slap me with it….

I Arrived at the Beenleigh locomotive stop this morning in my usual fashion; late, trying to juggle coins for the self service ticket machine whilst sucking the butt out of my cigarette for that last little hit before embarking on the 45 minute expresso journey into the dirty dirty Fortitude Valley.

As I ascended to the top of the ramp I realised that my usual friendly machine was out of service, checked the line at the ticket office which looked like the banks of the Amazon, and decided to apply my normal method of the ticketless train-ride followed by the flash of a receipt or the like, at the more than usually busy ticket-faggets at the other end of my voyage….

Today the law outsmarted me.

I was already in an excellent mood due to the new Fortitude Valley Station (formerly known as Brunswick St (You can change the name of the station but everybody knows the valley is still a place for the homeless prostitutes and heroin dealing beings of Brisbane city)) being recently opened. If you haven’t seen the new station you should totally get down there its awesome….not… It looks like what I imagine the inside of the beat nightclub to look like…..fucking shiny & fruity….

Upon pulling into the station I hit the legs and stumble up the brand-new escalators… BANG, 6 or 7 Transit pigs staring down the barrel of the less than impressive group of people spilling out onto the mezzanine level of the refurbished station, somehow I knew that the receipt trick wasn’t going to work this time round.

I’m sick of this story so the rest is as the title states.

$150 fine vs my normal $5.20 fare. Let’s see if I can catch the train for 28 days to put that $150 back in my pocket; or I could just get destructive but we’ll leave that up to me……

you cunts…..

W2TFW

spare time....

crime time...

The Crew...

Mandiis occupation....

As im crouching down, focused on what im doing, I hold the base of the instrument I am all too familiar with.

As I take a deep breath, the fumes of the paint fill my nostrils n makes me feel a little light headed.

Up down up down n side to side. Always the same.

The sound of truths takes me 10000 miles from reality.
I close my eyes n the wall is gone. I am taken to where I wish I was.
I am now sitting on the beach with my boi sipping on margaritas.

Suddenly I am brought back to reality by the squeal of a pig.
I look behind me and pat is standing there.
A hideious expresion on his face...

he is here for one thing...

To annoy the shit out of me..

The life of a painter truely sucks..............

Smack that bitch....