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Hattrick
POETRY IS JUST GOOD WORDS IN A GOOD ORDER

I've got a poem for ya. "You are an idiot, You are a bitch, You shit me to tears, ...I'm goin' down the pub."
- Idiot Box (1996)

Swarms of high vision vests flock to the steps, and even the junkies look like they have a place in society when they wear one.

The faint drone of headphones and ringtones as you walk up into the station, remind you that you are only a guest cameo in someone else's movie.

The ticket inspectors remain vigilant near the turnstiles, their badges proudly reflecting the mock tears of a woman caught using a concession fare when not entitled.

The train isn't much better, everyone seems heads down, absorbing the glow of their smartphones or tuning out by reading the free propaganda disguised as a newspaper, handed out for free before they board.

RAT LIFE

A group of rats is called a mischief.

Me and this guy Micky were at a party a few years ago, drinking tall cans of Stella Artois in the backyard of the house where this photo was taken. You know the routine for parties like this, walking around, pretending to be someone you're not, making idle chit chat about how you're "really making progress in life" between large chugs of beer.

Micky grew a bit bored with the charade and the performance artist he is, he decided to hijack the stereo and play a terrible Australian electronic music chart hit on repeat. He would collapse into a sobbing mess on the floor when any of the party goers tried to change it, exclaiming "MAN I REALLY LIKE THIS SONG, IT'S REALLY GOOD, DON'T CHANGE IT OK".

We had probably gotten away with this for as long as it took us to drink a six-pack, until my good friend's ex-girlfriend, who by all accounts was a quiet type, decided to jump in the middle of the conversation, flapping her arms about as if she was an Alpha male pelican, squawking about how she didn't know who my friend was, and for him to leave.

She waited until he went to take a shit, kicked the door down and waved a broken bottle in his face.

I visited that house a few days ago when I was in town for my birthday, and the toilet door is still broken.