Started with a Porsche. A black Porsche, parked outside the cafe. Then it was the fucking cafe. Open front. Box seats. Vegan brekky. Good coffee and a troubled ride home.
I cracked a girl's skull open outside a streetcorner cafe. No, I didn't, only dreamed about the consequences of dickheads whacking people and tables on my fucking bikepath.
Downtown Bendigo on a Saturday night? I wish. Old Studio 54, eh? That was a cunt of a place. So's the Spot, doorbitches and all. Go back to your own fucking suburb, mate.
'You are fucking joking me - a line outside the Retreat!'
'Oh my god, did you hear what he said?'
That son of a bitch looks like me. So does that one. Looks like it's time for a shave.
It's Coburg o'clock; Glenroy or Pascoe Vale for the homebuyers.