got some friends in my bmw
yesterday i went over to tha field to visit my mum. she picked me up at the station, and when i got in her car, she was holding a wallet. �i found this on the road� she said �it has no money in it, maybe someone got robbed and whoever did it threw it away.� i suggested we take it to the near by police station, but she said it would be easier to look through it and find an address and just put it the owner�s letterbox.
hours later, we got back in the car after going out for dinner, and i noticed the wallet still sitting in the centre console. i started going through it as we drove through revesby. it looked like a wallet belonging to a 12 year old. it was from the rusty brand and contained things like a picture of a weed leaf, and a letter from a friend. but as i pulled out more and more hidden receipts, because whoever it belonged to didn�t have a driver�s licence or anything, the sad truth about this person came to light.
the first thing i found was some kind of receipt the owner got when she was released from prison in 2004, and a card for her parole officer. then i found a laminated bit of paper with a guy�s mug shot, and some other info on it, which looks like something you must need to have when you visit a person in jail. tucked away in the back was a receipt from st vinnies for things like sheets.
finally, on a lay-by receipt we found he address. and seens it was close by, we decided to go with mum�s original plan of putting the wallet in the girl�s letter box.
we felt so bad, because it was so obvious that she had hardly anything, that we put some money into the wallet, and headed off to find her house.
she lived on a street we both knew well, both knew a few people who lived on it, and knew of it�s infamy because of last years mac fields riots. but we thought all the houses on this street were just that, houses. so we were baffled as to why her address was a unit.
we got to where her place should be, but we couldn�t find it. we did two laps past where it should be before we saw a drive way that led to a cluster of town houses. we drove down and found the girl�s place. and the state of the houses these people manage to live in made me feel ill. i could just about taste the despair these people must feel. i got out of the car, and was greeted at the letter box by a big scary looking dog. but instead of aggression, it wagged its tail at me when i said hello. we headed for home with a good boost of karma.
an interesting aside. when mum was at the lights, turning into the suburb where this girl lived, she turned as the amber light turned to red. after she turned she said �shit, that was the police behind us.� they turned off, but were behind us twice more as we drove around looking for the girls house. and then just as we had pulled out of the drive way that led to her place, the same paddy wagon pulled in to it. we laughed, nervous and thrilled that the cops may have been after us.
it made me tell mum a story i never had, because i didn�t want to worry her. one night years ago, i was out with two girls who lived in my street, sandy and carla. and we were cruising around town in sandy�s brother�s commodore.
anyhoo, we ended up at this party in mac fields. i had only been driving a short while, in fact i think i was still on my p plates, and this was the first time i had driven a car without power steering. so the host of the party, a young man that sandy and carla knew, but i had never met, offered to park the beast of a car for me. once we were all in the car, me now in the passenger seat, he decided to go to the other side of the suburb to score some goey for the night.
so we�re driving, and homeboy is doing about 80 around a corner and through a red light. the next thing we know, an unmarked police car has it�s siren on and we�re pulling over. the driver, whose name i don�t remember, is getting out of the car and they�re searching him.
even though we hadn�t made it to our intended destination yet, he has pills on him. so these cops arrest him and throw him in the back seat. one of the officers asked us if any of us had licences and i said yes. with that they were off. i could�ve had kilos of who knows what on me, but they weren�t interested in that, they didn�t even care about checking if i had a licence or had been drinking.
we got back to the party and said what happened. the guys mum was so pissed that we got him arrested, and made us drive her down to the cop shop to bail him out.
we ended up that night at woodbine maccas, talking shit and flirting with the local skaters who hung out there.
what a night.
05/02/2006 21:53