Walking home in the morning after a long night out, my headphones are on and i’m staring at my feet as i walk through through the packed supermarket. I take my sunglasses off, the neon lights of the dairy cabinet reminds me of closed signs i passed as i walked to find the taxi to go to the house of the girl i met that night. I grab an orange juice i need to ease my stomach, it feels like its starting to eat itself so i suppose i should get something to eat. I finish the juice but i can still taste stale smoke and a bittersweet aftertaste of whatever i drank last night, the worst thing is i don’t even smoke.
I walk through the food hall its packed with mothers, rambunctious children and fad driven teens each more annoying than the next. I want to sit alone but at every table are more annoying teens playing with ringtones at volume levels that pierce my eardrums, more so than their already annoying high pitched pre-pubescent screaming. I get a coffee i’ve had at least an hours worth of sleep and i struggle to find the energy to walk the rest of the way home. I pass through the parking lot a guy gets out of his gold, lowered, dark window-tinted, mag-rimmed truck he has a singlet and camo pants on, his glasses are on despite the fact the tint on his car could block out light from the sun if he was ten meters away he has tattoos a dragon and a celtic armband, i hate this suburb.
I walk the rest of the way home, mum is at work, dad is riding his motorbike somewhere across town and my brother well he is one of those teens not so annoying however. I walk into my room its littered with empty food packets, empty water bottles, dvd cases, loose cd’s and the clothes i tried .. i went out last night i put on a cd get a towel and go to the bathroom to shower. As i get out my dad gets home he asks “how long you been home?” “about half an hour” i reply “There’s leftovers in the fridge” i reply later with”cool man” and he looks at me weird and goes into the garage to work on his car. I turn on the tv some tele-movie about some teens living in the not so distant future they have colonized the moon, anyway the moon spirit is angry and they all have to leave or feel the wrath of a thousand suns, on the moon. I fall asleep on the leather couch i wake up and my face is stuck on the couch, i feel hot so i walk to the corner store to buy a soft drink and an ice cream. The asian deli owner is watching a movie with steven seagal he asks me if i like it “what movie is it?” i say, it was a bad move he takes about five minutes to tell me its glimmer man “sweet, peace dude” i say this as i’m leaving.
I get home and there is one missed call and one message on my phone “hey man wanna go out tonight?” “fuck” i mutter to myself, i have a problem with saying no and as much as i want to stay home and sleep i end up going out anyway, i shower again, get a lift to the train station and walk to my friends place. I’m there all the time its pretty much my second home, we eat and drink and stubble our way to the bus stop i am an incoherent mess, we talk about the good times we had and we get off at the same stop we always do. We walk from the bus stop to whatever club we frequently visit street drinking along the way, as we walk in i look at the people i’m with, the people i’m meeting and i smile to myself, this is the last thing i will remember.
I wake up i don’t have my shoes on, i look at my phone i have 4 messages “whr r u man??” “dood ygrboms at teh bar” ” nice to meet you see you soon!!” and “yo man we are leaving”. I grab my shoes in side is my wallet with $20 in it about $14 in loose change a show flyer and bar napkins. I sleep until the duds that lives here wakes up, we hang out for a couple of hours and drive into town we end up in another food hall. The food i buy is greasy, cheesy, full and full of fat, mexican is the best hangover food. I am finally on the train back home my headphones are on and i’m falling in and out of sleep its exactly 24 hours since i left to go out.
