One more afternoon work shift to go, that will make it 5 in a row. That's more than enough. Then 3 days off. Off to the doctors on Wednesday as they wish to tell me the results of an abdominal ultrasound. Liver damage? Perhaps. I probably deserve it. It's just what I've always wanted. I guess it was that 1953 vintage Penfolds Grange Hermitage wine my brother Bob bought for me when I turned 21, in 1974, and, rather than investing the money in the stock market, or hiding the bottle away in the vast cellarin Narrabeen, we just drank it together. That was a nice bottle of red. Have I had better? Nope. If you have had the really good gear once, then, why do you have to ever do that again? If so, that'll make 2019 quite a year...the 3rd heart attack, glaucoma, mental health stuff, and...liver disease. Whoopee! Oh good! We Senior Baby Boomers have sure got some fucking bounce to us! And, still smoking. Kind of proud of that now. I Still haven't resorted to wearing the polyester pants up high above my belly button, with a plastic belt, teamed with a polyester shirt, dank green cardigan and New Balance comfort running shoes...and just spending all my time at the doctors or the RSL and voting for the conservative cunts... but I might, should I ever get out of wearing my pyjamas and slippers everywhere. The post-war Baby Boomers generation was pretty amazing...we elected Australia's only ever socialist government that created Medicare, free University Education, financial support for single mums, anti discrimination legislation, strong environmental agencies, good immigration policies, and strong unions that brought great wage growth and work permanency etc for many decades...and that Government of Mr Whitlam's did all that in only ....2 years in power. It's been downhill since for a long time now. Imagine Woolworths not paying people fairly...really...Woolworths...all the wage theft, the whole gig-economy is simply wage theft...and no one is even really upset about it. People are more upset now about someone else eating a chicken wing...and people go crazy and decompensate if there's a black out for an hour...oh my god... not judging, just noticing. Off to make some toast and tea, it being midnight. Might journey out at 3am and DJ a non-binary co-op anti-fascist rave, in my Vegan Doc Martens, snort crack brown brown with gunpowder, and sit on the stoop wit my homies, Raphael, Lenny and that other kid, Leroy, and blow some smoke, drop a few bricks, lick some hoes, and bust some caps in skinny white cops asses, yo. Respect. 21st Century Australia...its Culture: You dissin' me, you old white cunt? Well, now that you mention it...let me think... hmmmm...yes, I am dissin' you...and, I might add, I am uncomfortable with the term 'hero', if you don't mind.

One more afternoon work shift to go, that will make it 5 in a row.
That's more than enough.
Then 3 days off.
Off to the doctors on Wednesday as they wish to tell me the results of an abdominal ultrasound. Liver damage? Perhaps. I probably deserve it. It's just what I've always wanted. I guess it was that 1953 vintage Penfolds Grange Hermitage wine my brother Bob bought for me when I turned 21, in 1974, and, rather than investing the money in the stock market, or hiding the bottle away in the vast cellarin Narrabeen, we just drank it together. That was a nice bottle of red. Have I had better? Nope. If you have had the really good gear once, then, why do you have to ever do that again?
If so, that'll make 2019 quite a year...the 3rd heart attack, glaucoma, mental health stuff, and...liver disease. Whoopee!
Oh good! We Senior Baby Boomers have sure got some fucking bounce to us!
And, still smoking.
Kind of proud of that now.
I Still haven't resorted to wearing the polyester pants up high above my belly button, with a plastic belt, teamed with a polyester shirt, dank green cardigan and New Balance comfort running shoes...and just spending all my time at the doctors or the RSL and voting for the conservative cunts... but I might, should I ever get out of wearing my pyjamas and slippers everywhere.
The post-war Baby Boomers generation was pretty amazing...we elected Australia's only ever socialist government that created Medicare, free University Education, financial support for single mums, anti discrimination legislation, strong environmental agencies, good immigration policies, and strong unions that brought great wage growth and work permanency etc for many decades...and that Government of Mr Whitlam's did all that in only ....2 years in power. It's been downhill since for a long time now. Imagine Woolworths not paying people fairly...really...Woolworths...all the wage theft, the whole gig-economy is simply wage theft...and no one is even really upset about it. People are more upset now about someone else eating a chicken wing...and people go crazy and decompensate if there's a black out for an hour...oh my god... not judging, just noticing.
Off to make some toast and tea, it being midnight.
Might journey out at 3am and DJ a non-binary co-op anti-fascist rave, in my Vegan Doc Martens, snort crack brown brown with gunpowder, and sit on the stoop wit my homies, Raphael, Lenny and that other kid, Leroy, and blow some smoke, drop a few bricks, lick some hoes, and bust some caps in skinny white cops asses, yo. Respect. 21st Century Australia...its Culture: You dissin' me, you old white cunt?

Well, now that you mention it...let me think... hmmmm...yes, I am dissin' you...and, I might add, I am uncomfortable with the term 'hero', if you don't mind.