Rancid Behaviour
I took a couple of days off, mental health sweetie. It was right after the moment that bitch Rachel questioned me on the Miller Matter. Oh, I don’t know, something about, ‘do I really need to be here?’ And oddly, The Wheels On The Bus Go Round and round, don’t know why.
Good thing Hacks is a big boys club, hey?
Ah, a coffee a muffin and a joint on the veranda in the sparkling sunshine at midday, quite a civilised time to be seeing the day in. Over grown front garden, can’t see in from the outside, that also helps. You know, when you walk down the street and you are sure you can smell something, but you can’t pick from which house it is coming? I’m that guy.
Then a second coffee and a second joint at 1pm. Lovely. Days off, what were you expecting?
It's good, in one sense, now that I'm pinching my supply from Daniel's stuff, it acts as a filter to my smoking. General decency and a natural sense of propriety tells me to only pinch the tiniest amount, at any one time. (And today has to be the last day, too.) Otherwise he will notice.
Daniel drifted off in the chair last night and I even sneaked to his room and pinch enough for a bed time joint, while he was home, in the house. It's kind of exciting, in a sense.
Why am I whispering?
And therefore, I only smoke a small amount. Well, he's always offered to keep it for me and only give out small amounts. Well, I'm just taking him up on the offer, it's just that he doesn't realise that’s what we’re doing.
Well, if I buy my own, I'm a pig at the trough, look at the last few days since Saturday. I rest my case And, I can't afford for that to continue, otherwise I'll be staring down 2014, not really realising what had happened. You could even look at it as a community service. I am the community Daniel lives in, time to step up, protect him from his own rancid behaviour.
Like it?
Gosh that was some trashy behaviour over the last few days. Jumbo came over on Saturday night and, it was all downhill from there, pretty much. Usually, I only get a small amount at a time from Nick, but this was from Jumbo, a proper amount, a really good deal, as it turned out and I've been in the twilight regions since Saturday arvo. The true story about the days off comes out.
Daniel headed of to work, and he leaves early, 6am. I thank the universe for my good luck, have a small ceremony at the lounge room door, yet again – yet again? – and head to the kitchen for coffee.
When I was twenty two and had just finished uni, my great aunt Ada died and left me half the money for a house. My parents gave me the other half. It was excess to their needs, in some term deposit, where it had just accumulated by itself; share dividends, investment property rent, what have you. They thought it was money well spent, if you consider the money they were earning in a term deposit, compared to the lifetime of interest paid on a mortgage.
"If we need it, we'll ask you for it. It is that simple," said dad.
Daniel travelled and spent his on cars and a good time. He eventually bought a place with his girlfriend, his half of which he sold to her when they split up. Of course, more recently, he bought the shack in the country.
Then, my finance buddy, Evan, told me about a 2 bed apartment in Abbottsford for 100K seven years ago, or so, one of his clients wanted to get rid of it. Quickly. Evan had thought of me and my disposable income and suggested it to me. "Well, if I can sell it to you , as is, my client avoids substantial costs, and it may even make a problem go away, a simple transfer of assets. It would be good for you, you can afford it. Quite frankly, you'd be mad not to."
There was something about fixing a client’s tax problem, buy transferring the title of the property, the client had held and rented for 3 years, from the previous owners name into mine, therefore avoiding the client's name altogether. Evan was just starting out back then and he was determined to impress.
So, I did. And I put my money into it since then. And the rest, it paid the mortgage.
Then, a few years ago now, half way into the big property boom in Victoria, Evan was at a dinner I went to. He'd just been out "powdering his nose" in the bathroom and he caught me in the hall on the way back in.
"Oh Josh, I've been meaning to get in touch with you... Long, overdue. It's good... it's good that we... we have caught up like this. Your property portfolio, I've been thinking about it, it's not financing any debt... on it, at the moment?"
"No."
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Ludicrous. How about we kick it up to 40%, you're working full time?"
"Yeah."
"Law, still?"
"Yeah."
"Let’s say 50% and we invest it in the booming property market, push it up to its full revenue earning position."
"Let’s say 40%, where do I sign."
And he did, in the booming share and property markets of the time. Then he told me when to get out and we sold. And we've just bought back a property for substantially less than we sold it for two years ago. Okay, the owner over stretched himself and couldn't even really afford it in the boom times, let alone the lean. And he thinks we saved his arse, stopped his empire from crumbling. Ha, ha. It was just a good financial decision.
Evan wheels and deals. I think he has done okay for himself. He basically took several ex-uni buddies alone in the investments he made for himself.
Which is why I don't have to work full time any longer, I think I have just come to this conclusion. I'm not rich, I may not get a new car for some considerable time, but I am now in the position of being self-sustaining and it feels just fine.
No kids, partner, or debts. And I don't have expensive tastes, I'm too cynical for that. I've always loved shabby chic above every other style, so I am lucking ‘in’ again. It’s just life really.
But my parents have money, they've been good little workers and credible investors. The generation before them, worked hard and invested wisely. And I’m where it all gets spent, it should see me okay, I don’t need to leave anything to anybody. Take your last breath the moment the last cent is spent.
I am the product of a well-off middle class family. What lean times? And I still vote progressive, for the good of everybody. You know, it’s not all about me.
It has its good side, things come to me easily and plentifully, so it would seem. Life has been relatively easy, stress free. It has a down side, I never really have had to push myself, if I couldn't get it with the minimum amount of work, I didn't want it. I don't really have a great sense of achievement about the things I have, or have done.
I think the point I am trying to make, and it's not really clear, is that I didn't, actually, do anything. Oh, other than sign documents. Say yes or no. I didn't even research any of the decisions, all that much. I decided long ago that Evan could keep doing what he does unchecked until we lose money for the first time, then I’d be required to give it some thought. But we never have lost money. It was done by Evan. I really did nothing...
I've floated through life not ever really knowing what it is that I wanted to do and it has worked out okay for me.
I’m going to do this. Now I am going to do that.
Saturday night/Sunday morning, I was in McDonalds for hamburgers at 4am. Tuesday morning I was at 7/11 at 5am buying cigarettes and chocolate bars. I've been masturbating to Internet porn rancidly. I've been averaging a 5 am wake up. That time gets the job done.
I need it delivered every day, just enough for a couple of joints, every morning, on a daily basis. Then this rancid behaviour wouldn't occur.
Oh, so out of it, stone-over, thick head, who cares about anything.
A university education, god love it. Is it midnight again, really?
I once pashed Evan. We were high on e's and we were at a club where we had to stand in a crowded hallway, face to face. I was rushing in like a space rocket, blasting off and Evan was right there, getting cuter and cuter, I always thought that, and he was within arm's reach. Nice lips, especially. Handsome. I may have had a thing with Evan, if there weren't so many other hot men...
My head spun, my body whooshed. I could feel that energy up my spine, in all of my cells, taking over my whole body. I was coming alive. The hallway started to close in on me, maybe it wasn't big enough for this? I could feel it on my tongue and in my throat. That kind of guttural shaking shiver all the way down from my head and up my legs to my cock.
I looked at Evan at some stage and he looked so cute.
And right at that moment, he stopped and noticed me and I thought you are so handsome. He was smiling, happy, and his face was flushed red. He had love-the-world-eyes on. They sparkled.
I leaned in and put my mouth over his and kissed him, wet on wet, I could taste his saliva, wet and shiny. He hesitated momentarily and then he kissed back, passionately and enthusiastically. Crossing a line is always delicious.
We hugged each other tight, as though we couldn’t get enough of each other. Suddenly. Grappling. Body to body. Warm. Taught. Fit. He barred up, as I did, and we rubbed our hard cocks, as we kissed, our e's exploding within both of us at the same moment.
Then. "Excuse me! Excuse me!" Some slapper wanted to go passed and we broke apart. Pushed sideways. Sour face. Looks from me to Evan. Evan looks away, repelled by the gaze. We didn't look at each other for the longest time. We were both shaking with MDMA, to be sure.
Good thing Hacks is a big boys club, hey?
Ah, a coffee a muffin and a joint on the veranda in the sparkling sunshine at midday, quite a civilised time to be seeing the day in. Over grown front garden, can’t see in from the outside, that also helps. You know, when you walk down the street and you are sure you can smell something, but you can’t pick from which house it is coming? I’m that guy.
Then a second coffee and a second joint at 1pm. Lovely. Days off, what were you expecting?
It's good, in one sense, now that I'm pinching my supply from Daniel's stuff, it acts as a filter to my smoking. General decency and a natural sense of propriety tells me to only pinch the tiniest amount, at any one time. (And today has to be the last day, too.) Otherwise he will notice.
Daniel drifted off in the chair last night and I even sneaked to his room and pinch enough for a bed time joint, while he was home, in the house. It's kind of exciting, in a sense.
Why am I whispering?
And therefore, I only smoke a small amount. Well, he's always offered to keep it for me and only give out small amounts. Well, I'm just taking him up on the offer, it's just that he doesn't realise that’s what we’re doing.
Well, if I buy my own, I'm a pig at the trough, look at the last few days since Saturday. I rest my case And, I can't afford for that to continue, otherwise I'll be staring down 2014, not really realising what had happened. You could even look at it as a community service. I am the community Daniel lives in, time to step up, protect him from his own rancid behaviour.
Like it?
Gosh that was some trashy behaviour over the last few days. Jumbo came over on Saturday night and, it was all downhill from there, pretty much. Usually, I only get a small amount at a time from Nick, but this was from Jumbo, a proper amount, a really good deal, as it turned out and I've been in the twilight regions since Saturday arvo. The true story about the days off comes out.
Daniel headed of to work, and he leaves early, 6am. I thank the universe for my good luck, have a small ceremony at the lounge room door, yet again – yet again? – and head to the kitchen for coffee.
When I was twenty two and had just finished uni, my great aunt Ada died and left me half the money for a house. My parents gave me the other half. It was excess to their needs, in some term deposit, where it had just accumulated by itself; share dividends, investment property rent, what have you. They thought it was money well spent, if you consider the money they were earning in a term deposit, compared to the lifetime of interest paid on a mortgage.
"If we need it, we'll ask you for it. It is that simple," said dad.
Daniel travelled and spent his on cars and a good time. He eventually bought a place with his girlfriend, his half of which he sold to her when they split up. Of course, more recently, he bought the shack in the country.
Then, my finance buddy, Evan, told me about a 2 bed apartment in Abbottsford for 100K seven years ago, or so, one of his clients wanted to get rid of it. Quickly. Evan had thought of me and my disposable income and suggested it to me. "Well, if I can sell it to you , as is, my client avoids substantial costs, and it may even make a problem go away, a simple transfer of assets. It would be good for you, you can afford it. Quite frankly, you'd be mad not to."
There was something about fixing a client’s tax problem, buy transferring the title of the property, the client had held and rented for 3 years, from the previous owners name into mine, therefore avoiding the client's name altogether. Evan was just starting out back then and he was determined to impress.
So, I did. And I put my money into it since then. And the rest, it paid the mortgage.
Then, a few years ago now, half way into the big property boom in Victoria, Evan was at a dinner I went to. He'd just been out "powdering his nose" in the bathroom and he caught me in the hall on the way back in.
"Oh Josh, I've been meaning to get in touch with you... Long, overdue. It's good... it's good that we... we have caught up like this. Your property portfolio, I've been thinking about it, it's not financing any debt... on it, at the moment?"
"No."
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Ludicrous. How about we kick it up to 40%, you're working full time?"
"Yeah."
"Law, still?"
"Yeah."
"Let’s say 50% and we invest it in the booming property market, push it up to its full revenue earning position."
"Let’s say 40%, where do I sign."
And he did, in the booming share and property markets of the time. Then he told me when to get out and we sold. And we've just bought back a property for substantially less than we sold it for two years ago. Okay, the owner over stretched himself and couldn't even really afford it in the boom times, let alone the lean. And he thinks we saved his arse, stopped his empire from crumbling. Ha, ha. It was just a good financial decision.
Evan wheels and deals. I think he has done okay for himself. He basically took several ex-uni buddies alone in the investments he made for himself.
Which is why I don't have to work full time any longer, I think I have just come to this conclusion. I'm not rich, I may not get a new car for some considerable time, but I am now in the position of being self-sustaining and it feels just fine.
No kids, partner, or debts. And I don't have expensive tastes, I'm too cynical for that. I've always loved shabby chic above every other style, so I am lucking ‘in’ again. It’s just life really.
But my parents have money, they've been good little workers and credible investors. The generation before them, worked hard and invested wisely. And I’m where it all gets spent, it should see me okay, I don’t need to leave anything to anybody. Take your last breath the moment the last cent is spent.
I am the product of a well-off middle class family. What lean times? And I still vote progressive, for the good of everybody. You know, it’s not all about me.
It has its good side, things come to me easily and plentifully, so it would seem. Life has been relatively easy, stress free. It has a down side, I never really have had to push myself, if I couldn't get it with the minimum amount of work, I didn't want it. I don't really have a great sense of achievement about the things I have, or have done.
I think the point I am trying to make, and it's not really clear, is that I didn't, actually, do anything. Oh, other than sign documents. Say yes or no. I didn't even research any of the decisions, all that much. I decided long ago that Evan could keep doing what he does unchecked until we lose money for the first time, then I’d be required to give it some thought. But we never have lost money. It was done by Evan. I really did nothing...
I've floated through life not ever really knowing what it is that I wanted to do and it has worked out okay for me.
I’m going to do this. Now I am going to do that.
Saturday night/Sunday morning, I was in McDonalds for hamburgers at 4am. Tuesday morning I was at 7/11 at 5am buying cigarettes and chocolate bars. I've been masturbating to Internet porn rancidly. I've been averaging a 5 am wake up. That time gets the job done.
I need it delivered every day, just enough for a couple of joints, every morning, on a daily basis. Then this rancid behaviour wouldn't occur.
Oh, so out of it, stone-over, thick head, who cares about anything.
A university education, god love it. Is it midnight again, really?
I once pashed Evan. We were high on e's and we were at a club where we had to stand in a crowded hallway, face to face. I was rushing in like a space rocket, blasting off and Evan was right there, getting cuter and cuter, I always thought that, and he was within arm's reach. Nice lips, especially. Handsome. I may have had a thing with Evan, if there weren't so many other hot men...
My head spun, my body whooshed. I could feel that energy up my spine, in all of my cells, taking over my whole body. I was coming alive. The hallway started to close in on me, maybe it wasn't big enough for this? I could feel it on my tongue and in my throat. That kind of guttural shaking shiver all the way down from my head and up my legs to my cock.
I looked at Evan at some stage and he looked so cute.
And right at that moment, he stopped and noticed me and I thought you are so handsome. He was smiling, happy, and his face was flushed red. He had love-the-world-eyes on. They sparkled.
I leaned in and put my mouth over his and kissed him, wet on wet, I could taste his saliva, wet and shiny. He hesitated momentarily and then he kissed back, passionately and enthusiastically. Crossing a line is always delicious.
We hugged each other tight, as though we couldn’t get enough of each other. Suddenly. Grappling. Body to body. Warm. Taught. Fit. He barred up, as I did, and we rubbed our hard cocks, as we kissed, our e's exploding within both of us at the same moment.
Then. "Excuse me! Excuse me!" Some slapper wanted to go passed and we broke apart. Pushed sideways. Sour face. Looks from me to Evan. Evan looks away, repelled by the gaze. We didn't look at each other for the longest time. We were both shaking with MDMA, to be sure.
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