Got nothing really tonight but felt I'd check in.
Sitting here watching Brat camp- a world of fun. Ever wanted to throttle a kids throat when they are being a brat- here is a way of living your dream.
School carnival yesterday- thew rides were fun but went white as a sheet after my third cake and ride combo and had to take it easy for a spell.
All's good, be back with something soon if the regular life I've been enjoying crumbles.
Thursday, 9 August 2007
Sunday, 5 August 2007
Wednesday 4:30pm
Long day at work. I hop out of the car with my gear and unlock the front door to the stairwell of the flats. The stench of alcohol hits me immediately.
"At half four!" I think surprised and worried, in for a big night,or someone's big night started early.
Up at the top of the building, inside, I open my window in the kitchen, the familiar stench hits me again- cheap booze- must be bloody strong to be wafting up from outside. to confirm my worries yelling ensues from the floor below. 14 year old truant is having a party, mum's away, lets have a few friends or a thousand over for a mid afternoon party. Cussing and swearing, yelling across at people walking by on the street, there's vomit in the driveway and I hear a smash or two of glass, someone has apparently hidden the bong, Trevor, whoever that may be needs to sober up cause Brenda won't be impressed and 'go with him.' Trevor says little, he just wants to be left alone to 'relaaaaaax'
Kid goes down in the driveway, choking, calls for the asthma puffer, that maneuver to 'unchoke' someone is tried. I stop for a minute to see if I should go down and demonstrate the correct procedure, but think twice, ambo's called, a ciggie is handed round, a joke a laugh, the kid seems ok, passed out- or just out of it.
Doors slamming, neighbours on that level heard saying 'calm down' Trevor or Brett or DJ Snazzy screaming back about C*&% face and threatening to get a knife.
Maybe not threatening cause a door down stairs is being slammed upon. I can here a telephone call- not the one side, but BOTH (and not a hands free)
The next morning I walk down to go to work, Graffiti on two neighbour's doors, "Your dead" on one and "F*&K You" on another.
"At half four!" I think surprised and worried, in for a big night,or someone's big night started early.
Up at the top of the building, inside, I open my window in the kitchen, the familiar stench hits me again- cheap booze- must be bloody strong to be wafting up from outside. to confirm my worries yelling ensues from the floor below. 14 year old truant is having a party, mum's away, lets have a few friends or a thousand over for a mid afternoon party. Cussing and swearing, yelling across at people walking by on the street, there's vomit in the driveway and I hear a smash or two of glass, someone has apparently hidden the bong, Trevor, whoever that may be needs to sober up cause Brenda won't be impressed and 'go with him.' Trevor says little, he just wants to be left alone to 'relaaaaaax'
Kid goes down in the driveway, choking, calls for the asthma puffer, that maneuver to 'unchoke' someone is tried. I stop for a minute to see if I should go down and demonstrate the correct procedure, but think twice, ambo's called, a ciggie is handed round, a joke a laugh, the kid seems ok, passed out- or just out of it.
Doors slamming, neighbours on that level heard saying 'calm down' Trevor or Brett or DJ Snazzy screaming back about C*&% face and threatening to get a knife.
Maybe not threatening cause a door down stairs is being slammed upon. I can here a telephone call- not the one side, but BOTH (and not a hands free)
The next morning I walk down to go to work, Graffiti on two neighbour's doors, "Your dead" on one and "F*&K You" on another.
Great I think, photographic evidence.
Havn't seen them for four days. Apparently Police were called- and the whole thing, I find out today, has something to do with my washing machine
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