Home Early In The New Year
We went to Sircuit for New Year, Nick and Bruno, without Murray, and Jed and Trent. Sircuit was a bit boring, no dance floor. How can you do new year without dancing?
We smoked meth at home before we left. We did e's in the bar, washed down with beer.
We hung about drinking, we saw in the new year 3, 2, 1, “Haaaapy Neeew Year.” Kiss kiss, kiss kiss.
Then we left. We buzzed all the way from Fitzroy back to Carlton. Got home around 3am. We walked from Smith Street, the streets were deserted. We danced and sang on our way.
We played music and danced in my lounge room. My brother Daniel and his girlfriend Clair joined us, just appearing at some stage, I’m not sure from where. They danced with the poofs, Daniel’s an honorary gay boy, anyway.
We danced until day light.
Daniel and Claire headed off home.
Jed and Trent headed home.
Nick crashed on the couch as the sun came up.
Bruno and I dirty danced after that, and when we started pashing, he went home to his boyfriend Murray.
I'm not sure how long I jacked to porn, with the Chubster lying on the bed watching me. Then I slept till 7pm.
I thought I was getting up at 7am Thursday, I only glanced at the clock, so I was surprised to see Nick on the couch watching teli. Chubby ran and jumped onto the couch with him. Then I was confused by my total disorientation. Oh 7pm, not 7am. Then I was pleased that I had an extra 12 hours sleep, so I watched teev and smoked pot with Nick.
Just the blue light of the TV.
“Good thing we don’t have to go to work tomorrow,” I said when I saw midnight approaching.
“If I had to go in tomorrow, I’d be biting their fucken heads off, if even one of them asked me something stupid.”
“Probably best…”
“That’s what I think when I am chewing on their vertebrae…”
“Probably best you aren’t going in.”
“Oh, yes, that too.” Nick tried to smile. I’m not sure if it was me, or him, but he just looked in pain.
“Not the usual HR cuddle from you, hey, hon?”
“I don’t know who spreads this bullshit that HR here is to support everyone…”
“The only honest HR manager I know…”
“You know whose life I want?” said Nick
“Who?”
He rubbed his hand over Chubby’s red fur. “This guy.”
“Mr Chubby?” I said. I patted Chubby too. He was lying between us, stretched across the couch.
“I want to come back as your bulldog…”
“You planning to die?”
“Not this week mate,” said Nick. “Although I feel like I could right about now.”
“Collateral damage from taking drugs.”
“Ooooooo….”
“Yeah, me too.”
“I just want to sit here until Sunday.”
“We can.”
“Should I make tea?” said Nick.
“Yes.”
We smoked meth at home before we left. We did e's in the bar, washed down with beer.
We hung about drinking, we saw in the new year 3, 2, 1, “Haaaapy Neeew Year.” Kiss kiss, kiss kiss.
Then we left. We buzzed all the way from Fitzroy back to Carlton. Got home around 3am. We walked from Smith Street, the streets were deserted. We danced and sang on our way.
We played music and danced in my lounge room. My brother Daniel and his girlfriend Clair joined us, just appearing at some stage, I’m not sure from where. They danced with the poofs, Daniel’s an honorary gay boy, anyway.
We danced until day light.
Daniel and Claire headed off home.
Jed and Trent headed home.
Nick crashed on the couch as the sun came up.
Bruno and I dirty danced after that, and when we started pashing, he went home to his boyfriend Murray.
I'm not sure how long I jacked to porn, with the Chubster lying on the bed watching me. Then I slept till 7pm.
I thought I was getting up at 7am Thursday, I only glanced at the clock, so I was surprised to see Nick on the couch watching teli. Chubby ran and jumped onto the couch with him. Then I was confused by my total disorientation. Oh 7pm, not 7am. Then I was pleased that I had an extra 12 hours sleep, so I watched teev and smoked pot with Nick.
Just the blue light of the TV.
“Good thing we don’t have to go to work tomorrow,” I said when I saw midnight approaching.
“If I had to go in tomorrow, I’d be biting their fucken heads off, if even one of them asked me something stupid.”
“Probably best…”
“That’s what I think when I am chewing on their vertebrae…”
“Probably best you aren’t going in.”
“Oh, yes, that too.” Nick tried to smile. I’m not sure if it was me, or him, but he just looked in pain.
“Not the usual HR cuddle from you, hey, hon?”
“I don’t know who spreads this bullshit that HR here is to support everyone…”
“The only honest HR manager I know…”
“You know whose life I want?” said Nick
“Who?”
He rubbed his hand over Chubby’s red fur. “This guy.”
“Mr Chubby?” I said. I patted Chubby too. He was lying between us, stretched across the couch.
“I want to come back as your bulldog…”
“You planning to die?”
“Not this week mate,” said Nick. “Although I feel like I could right about now.”
“Collateral damage from taking drugs.”
“Ooooooo….”
“Yeah, me too.”
“I just want to sit here until Sunday.”
“We can.”
“Should I make tea?” said Nick.
“Yes.”
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