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Monday, December 27, 2004
To the grave
A weird set of circumstances ended up with me confronting a good friend tonight... and I think he feels better off on the why's and not the if's.
It's been a crazy couple of days with Kirt in England, he's been trying to get himself lost in London seeing the sites while I work and now that we have spent Christmas together (pictures from my new camera to follow soon) and a Boxing Day party with some of my close friends here, I think he feels he is now more on holiday then anything else.
What creates a good friend and what creates a best mate is something that I always consider when in the relationships you do create with people... the cycle of friends tends to happen to everyone, either it being a slow evolution or a fast paced one you still have that core.
Tonight we spent Boxing Day pretty hung over and eventually dragging ourselves in the freezing cold to Fulham for a party at Bradders. It was good chilled out environment where we all drank and danced a little ontop of talk and meeting some more new friends. Wilko, Kirt and myself at about 2-3am decided it was time to head home, FER FER freezing!
Kirt and I managed to get a bus home and once getting off shivering and laughing I saw a man slumped on the sidewalk... I just said 'Oh fuck' thinking another stabbing had occurred in the neighborhood and I was going to have to ring 999 and stand in the cold blah blah blah... then I saw the trail of piss underneath the man and knew it was someone completely shitfaced. Kirt and I got him to his feet eventually and started walking him back to our house to get him warm, he kept on going on about he wanted to die, he was a charity case and that we were the best guys ever because anyone would have just left him there... which well in its case would have been true... when I got him to his feet I think we both knew that we couldn't leave him alone. He eventually had none of wanting coffee nor a place to sleep when we were just about to get to the front door and did a kind of run, stumble, fall, get up and quickly walk away. I think maybe it was the comment from Kirt 'Look mate, we aint fucking gay or anything.. we just wanna give you some coffee...' This I laughed at... as you all would know, someone saying that gay or not, immediately you're thinking they are or something worse.. evening though they are or aren't.
Getting home, we decided to go find him again, this time he was a little bit more sober and told us to go put something deep inside our orifices... Kirt and I laughed about it and knew he'd probably make it through the night... as we both knew if we hadn't he would have frozen to death.
Kirt received a text message things went to FUBAR. I will not discuss what it is about as it really isn't my issue to discuss. It was about Jay though and we both then discussed things about Jay. I don't see Kirt cry, but he did. We talked for another hour, and then about the part he plays in Linda's life. Then I decided to tell him how much I was proud that he pulled his thumb out of his ass to come to London, and if he ever thinks about continuing to live the way he is.. I'll make sure I will stick my foot further up his ass (in Lamen's terms it was a long winded discussion with me telling him how much I have worried about him and he should pull his head out and get his shit straightened). Kirt appreciated it, more than well.. thinking he might punch me. He didn't and we shook hands.. and I sent his drunk ass to bed.
What secrets do you really take to the grave with you? What really is the use of it all, carrying someone else burden all your life. I was taught during church and sunday school and teachings at school ... well basically I was taught. To live, to love and to just be honest. Sure shit happens.. more than anything sometimes. But why should you let it effect the way it should lead or burden your life. I thank myself for being here everytime I wake up, I miss home.. but I don't miss my life in Sydney nor the burdens I had there. I am not taking anything to the grave with me, I've changed for my good and not anyone elses... and sure as shit I in control.
'You hungry?'
'I could eat.'
It's been a crazy couple of days with Kirt in England, he's been trying to get himself lost in London seeing the sites while I work and now that we have spent Christmas together (pictures from my new camera to follow soon) and a Boxing Day party with some of my close friends here, I think he feels he is now more on holiday then anything else.
What creates a good friend and what creates a best mate is something that I always consider when in the relationships you do create with people... the cycle of friends tends to happen to everyone, either it being a slow evolution or a fast paced one you still have that core.
Tonight we spent Boxing Day pretty hung over and eventually dragging ourselves in the freezing cold to Fulham for a party at Bradders. It was good chilled out environment where we all drank and danced a little ontop of talk and meeting some more new friends. Wilko, Kirt and myself at about 2-3am decided it was time to head home, FER FER freezing!
Kirt and I managed to get a bus home and once getting off shivering and laughing I saw a man slumped on the sidewalk... I just said 'Oh fuck' thinking another stabbing had occurred in the neighborhood and I was going to have to ring 999 and stand in the cold blah blah blah... then I saw the trail of piss underneath the man and knew it was someone completely shitfaced. Kirt and I got him to his feet eventually and started walking him back to our house to get him warm, he kept on going on about he wanted to die, he was a charity case and that we were the best guys ever because anyone would have just left him there... which well in its case would have been true... when I got him to his feet I think we both knew that we couldn't leave him alone. He eventually had none of wanting coffee nor a place to sleep when we were just about to get to the front door and did a kind of run, stumble, fall, get up and quickly walk away. I think maybe it was the comment from Kirt 'Look mate, we aint fucking gay or anything.. we just wanna give you some coffee...' This I laughed at... as you all would know, someone saying that gay or not, immediately you're thinking they are or something worse.. evening though they are or aren't.
Getting home, we decided to go find him again, this time he was a little bit more sober and told us to go put something deep inside our orifices... Kirt and I laughed about it and knew he'd probably make it through the night... as we both knew if we hadn't he would have frozen to death.
Kirt received a text message things went to FUBAR. I will not discuss what it is about as it really isn't my issue to discuss. It was about Jay though and we both then discussed things about Jay. I don't see Kirt cry, but he did. We talked for another hour, and then about the part he plays in Linda's life. Then I decided to tell him how much I was proud that he pulled his thumb out of his ass to come to London, and if he ever thinks about continuing to live the way he is.. I'll make sure I will stick my foot further up his ass (in Lamen's terms it was a long winded discussion with me telling him how much I have worried about him and he should pull his head out and get his shit straightened). Kirt appreciated it, more than well.. thinking he might punch me. He didn't and we shook hands.. and I sent his drunk ass to bed.
What secrets do you really take to the grave with you? What really is the use of it all, carrying someone else burden all your life. I was taught during church and sunday school and teachings at school ... well basically I was taught. To live, to love and to just be honest. Sure shit happens.. more than anything sometimes. But why should you let it effect the way it should lead or burden your life. I thank myself for being here everytime I wake up, I miss home.. but I don't miss my life in Sydney nor the burdens I had there. I am not taking anything to the grave with me, I've changed for my good and not anyone elses... and sure as shit I in control.
'You hungry?'
'I could eat.'
