He who shall not be named!
I just saw him, the person who last year made me feel like a fool and now owes me $749. I haven’t seen him for quite a few months and the last thing I wanted was to spy him after having such a nice lunch and winning $19 on the scratchies.
It is not the fact that I saw him (I had resolved the whole hating him issue several months ago). It is the fact that I saw him wearing a suit, silk tie, carrying a briefcase and Myer bag. It is the fact that he was wearing money, my money!!!!
**breathe Charlie**
So the current rumour circulating is that he is intending to pay me some of what is owed, tonight at a party we will both be attending.
I had every intention of being polite and somewhat nice, but how can I do that when seeing him in such a way has turned me into a ranting looney. I am now plotting his demise!
What I hate most, is someone that has such little regard for those around him (who considered him as a friend) has happily landed on his feet. HE shouldn’t be happy, HE should be miserable, why isn’t he miserable?
To reiterate, I am struggling with cash flow and he is wearing a silk tie.
This is when you are assaulted with the knowledge yet again that life just isn’t fair.
And now I have to get back to work even though all I really want to do is viciously punch a boxing bag with his face pinned on it.
posted by Charlii Fandango @ 12:54 pm
6 Comments:
Suits, silk ties and briefcases can all be got for very cheap, Chuckles. And those that don’t have money but siphon off others often love to appear as if they have cash. Like the one and only episode of 'Heartbeat' I saw where a conman was drinking lemon, lime, and bitters with squash and something else, in a scotch glass. The effect: it seemed like he was drinking premium scotch.
Also, if indeed FtF does pay back some of the cash he owes I would view this cautiously, like the first peace offering from an ancient enemy. It constitutes a preamble to a ceasefire but is still short of a truce and well, well far off from any alliance.
If indeed, in time, u receive all the money back FtF owed I say u should have dealings with FtF. Dealings, but not friendship.
That's just my advice, its not some CLANDESTINE doctrine of how to relate to friends who turned into foes. Take it as you will.
On more important matters: Chuck, cheer up. A career change and you'll be right as rain. U DO need to change career, I don’t care if you’re in management or got a raise or whatever. Or was that Aaron? Either way it doesn’t matter, you could be the president of the world, if you’re not happy with your job you’re not happy and that’s that. Hell throw it all in and just go on Newstart and write another play, whatever is needed to recharge your batteries.
Personally, play-wise I have only seen ‘The Blue Couch’. I thought it was a touch rough round the edges in some parts but was generally a good piece fucked up by some below par acting.
In truth I just didn't like any of the performances save the suicidal dude with cancer, and he had a really strong part. Oh and Stewart rocked even though a cross road gives at least three options, pv one does not wish to return upon the path that they came. Sorry Paul but you were a bit too much the Sergeant from 'The Removalist' for my liking. Is that because I had to play Ross? But I digress.
Hey Chuck, don't forget you're married to Manman, have a bevy of friends that all find Chuckles synonymous with a damn good time (and good chicken, allegedly), and still have the potential for a critically acclaimed, and exceptionally popular play. I can’t really offer too much advice, though I know my first novel took 6 months of writing, 6 months of editing, a professional editor, and there’s still stuff I reckon could be changed. Upshot: I think the Chuckles needs to devote a year or more to a piece not related to her own life, at least not overtly. I think after that she should beseech the Manman to read and edit it, and maybe even the Pool God, if he is even still around then. (Once I graduate I expect to be outta fucking Adelaide!) I then think Chuckles should approach the Government for a grant to produce the play, having two produced plays, including one in the Fringe, should add some ammo to this cause. If u do get the grant then you should seek to cast complete strangers, based upon their merits. THEN, and only then, you should seek to put together the best goram play that Adelaide has seen for a long time. With some directorial help from Manman.
Keyword in the above paragraph: think. That’s just my take on things. Its not some CLANDESTINE road map to happiness and success. Once again, what you do with the above advice is your own decision, as is what u do with your life, and no-one else’s.
PG Out
Of course this is all assuming u actually still want to be a professional or semi-professional playwright, an impression going off previous postings on your blog.
If however the spy option is more your thing I have a plan for that too.....
To be fair the tie was bought for him by Lisa as a reward for getting his promotion. And the rest as PG pointed out was very cheap - the suit having been owned for years.
And why wasn't The Pool God at my part my anyway???
Well I wasn't friggin invited. And er I was a touch busy pillaging English costal villages and laying the plans for my Ragnarok: Soon! project.....
Possibly also I wish to remain amongst the special minority that have yet to see a certain someone's wang.....
Okay I understand that a suit can be cheap but it was the whole image of the thing. Lexx you really must stop defending the guy he's fucking 29 years old and should stand on his own to feet with out his little buffer there.
He defiled my hand of friendship for fuck sake and I thing I have a right to still be a little pissed off - the trust is gone and it just isn't coming back.
Let me be fucking mad Lexx!!
All hail that minority who are yet to see a certain someone's wang!
Though 'yet to' does have certain implications of which I am... uncertain...
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