The Bum Diary: Chapter 1
I park in my regular secret hiding spot between Enmore & King Streets (your only clue is Jungle). I step out of the car and immediately theres a 7 foot tall hippie in front of me that looks like Jay Whalley pushing an empty pram and talking to himself, I step in neon blue gum, and dont realise for about a block until I turn around & theres a trail slowing down my strut. I buy this weeks NME from an old Asian lady that eyes me off with suspicion. I head to Sacks for a breakfast coffee at the reccomendation of Miss Sommer Moore. I sit in the warmth of the wooden veneer drinking a strong, robust, cheap comforting giant cup of pure black coffee and reflect on the week that has past. Lost my job, fell for a girl who may or may not be seeing someone else, is more cryptic than is practically romantic, put on weight, lost it again, sleeping restlessly once more, missing my Valerian. Yet all these thoughts wash away in an instant with the first sip. Sure I may be jobless & semi-broke, but the day ahead would further prove Money doesnt bring happiness. I walk the length of King St, getting lost in Pentimento & Better Read Than Dead for literally hours, looking for a cooking book for Mothers Day, but getting distracted by Carroll, Bukowski & Cave. I enter T2 on the basic premise that there is always someone cute working there, my assumption is rewarded when Im offered tea by a lovely young dirty hippie girl with bad skin but a great smile. I take the free affection & tea in pure vain as the ego boost warms the cockles of my heart. I perouse MagNation kind of both glad but sad that I didnt turn up on Undies Monday. I take in the cover beauty of the mini fashion bibles. I head to Dangerfield for a driving cap but only find overpriced yet amazing looking jackets. On the way back to my car I pass this young Lolita-esque girl of about 19 she actually smiles right at me, I cannot believe it, as we cross eachothers paths coming from opposite directions I turn around to check her out from behind & she turns back to do the same and catches me, a pure beautiful moment, a locking of the eyes, an innocent smile, & is then once again broken by the flow of people traffic on the sidewalks. Gone forever, but not wasted by linger.
I get in my car, put on Marina & The Diamonds and head just up the road towards Broadway & right there at the Intersection is the one and only Kalani. He jumps in and we head to the Co-Op at UTS for a going away gift for Nat. He then joins me on a road trip out to Paddington and fills me in on his backstory of how and when he met the group. We find TJs 21st present in a small alleyway. Im served by a cute yet pretentious hipster girl, I dub her Cutensious. I drop Kalani off & head back to the Townie. At approximately 4pm the streets are flooded with ridiculously cute pixie-esque girls with silvery cat eyes & well trimmed fringes. I decide immediately I would rather go deaf than blind. And as I sit on the upper balcony armed with my daily journal & a pint of Bulmers & watch the Freakshow that is the intersection of King & Enmore, I remember how much I missed not having a job.
I park in my regular secret hiding spot between Enmore & King Streets (your only clue is Jungle). I step out of the car and immediately theres a 7 foot tall hippie in front of me that looks like Jay Whalley pushing an empty pram and talking to himself, I step in neon blue gum, and dont realise for about a block until I turn around & theres a trail slowing down my strut. I buy this weeks NME from an old Asian lady that eyes me off with suspicion. I head to Sacks for a breakfast coffee at the reccomendation of Miss Sommer Moore. I sit in the warmth of the wooden veneer drinking a strong, robust, cheap comforting giant cup of pure black coffee and reflect on the week that has past. Lost my job, fell for a girl who may or may not be seeing someone else, is more cryptic than is practically romantic, put on weight, lost it again, sleeping restlessly once more, missing my Valerian. Yet all these thoughts wash away in an instant with the first sip. Sure I may be jobless & semi-broke, but the day ahead would further prove Money doesnt bring happiness. I walk the length of King St, getting lost in Pentimento & Better Read Than Dead for literally hours, looking for a cooking book for Mothers Day, but getting distracted by Carroll, Bukowski & Cave. I enter T2 on the basic premise that there is always someone cute working there, my assumption is rewarded when Im offered tea by a lovely young dirty hippie girl with bad skin but a great smile. I take the free affection & tea in pure vain as the ego boost warms the cockles of my heart. I perouse MagNation kind of both glad but sad that I didnt turn up on Undies Monday. I take in the cover beauty of the mini fashion bibles. I head to Dangerfield for a driving cap but only find overpriced yet amazing looking jackets. On the way back to my car I pass this young Lolita-esque girl of about 19 she actually smiles right at me, I cannot believe it, as we cross eachothers paths coming from opposite directions I turn around to check her out from behind & she turns back to do the same and catches me, a pure beautiful moment, a locking of the eyes, an innocent smile, & is then once again broken by the flow of people traffic on the sidewalks. Gone forever, but not wasted by linger.
I get in my car, put on Marina & The Diamonds and head just up the road towards Broadway & right there at the Intersection is the one and only Kalani. He jumps in and we head to the Co-Op at UTS for a going away gift for Nat. He then joins me on a road trip out to Paddington and fills me in on his backstory of how and when he met the group. We find TJs 21st present in a small alleyway. Im served by a cute yet pretentious hipster girl, I dub her Cutensious. I drop Kalani off & head back to the Townie. At approximately 4pm the streets are flooded with ridiculously cute pixie-esque girls with silvery cat eyes & well trimmed fringes. I decide immediately I would rather go deaf than blind. And as I sit on the upper balcony armed with my daily journal & a pint of Bulmers & watch the Freakshow that is the intersection of King & Enmore, I remember how much I missed not having a job.