Day 49 - December 21st

Day 49 – December 21st
Rouse's birthday
Beer pong
G-Tronic
fucking drunk
gum in hair
into the haze
bulk D's
blurry
sat sesh @ Jakes
last hoorah

        When I first moved to Melbourne I kept going back – back home to Adelaide – I think I took that nine-hour Greyhound three times each way in the first six months after I left. What it probably was, was that I wanted all my friends to congratulate me on how well I was doing, it's like that kid who keeps coming back to his old primary school in the first few weeks of the new year after they've started high school. Super lame. Just move on, the library still looks the same, stop trying to act like you're nostalgic already.
        I went back for Christmas, as did most of the guys from Melbourne, but my first port of call was Sam and The Lost Boys. Sam and Jake's birthdays both fall in the days around Christmas, so we went to some club night and took a bunch of drugs together to celebrate, just like the old days. Some fuck called Jon Cenzato put gum in my hair while pretending to give me a friendly head massage and I was furious – in my fucking HAIR dude... One of the girls went at it for half an hour trying her best to fix it while I sat there stewing. Eventually she had to cut a chunk of my hair out.
        I made Cenzato buy me a bunch of drinks to make up for it, but I didn't forgive him in my heart, I just took the drinks out of spite. I didn't even know him that well, but most of all I felt like he was doing it as a way to intentionally disrespect me... I mean who knows really. It's a weird thing to think about, dumb power dynamics and whatever.
        The next day we went back to Jake's place to keep partying. That afternoon while Jon Cenzato sat in a deck chair in the sun talking to someone I came up behind him, pulled him down off the chair and laid a couple knees into his ribs, screaming, “THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR PUTTING GUM IN MY FUCKING HAIR!!”.
        It's wild to remember that. I'm laughing because he deserved it, but also because that's such a psycho thing to do – I waited for like twelve hours until he was convinced I'd forgiven him, and then dropped him on the floor out of nowhere. I really wanted to fuck him up. I didn't, because I don't fight and didn't know how, but man. I really wanted to see him cry, to properly hurt him.
        I'm pretty sure everyone laughed at the time, no one really liked him that much.

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