This post was written about a week ago, and then edited before being posted.
I'm in Sydney and it's beautiful. The people are gorgeous, the weather perfect and the living easy. How I came to be living in the precise hostel I am now in, and have the friends and job I have is probably lost in the mists of time but that's to be expected when the only reason to know the day of the week is that dominos pizza is cheaper on Tuesdays.
Last night as I walked home through Hyde Park in the rain with a charming Italian girl, the skyscrapers were lost in cloud, their upper lights like a celestial aura. Now it's blue with cartoon clouds, crisp and white. The glass faced towers throwing light down onto the streets in patches.
I'm walking to a guitar store to buy a string. It's Monday morning and last night I broke one while busking, which was about the worst thing that could happen to me. I have very little money and playing guitar is how I make it. It's a day to day living. If I need to pay a night in a hostel, 35 mins of singing. Eating? Round it up to an hour. Takeaway food? Make it 2 hours pay tomorrow's rent as well, and take the day off.
The two worst things that can happen then are losing my voice, and breaking a string when I have no money. Fortunately, and by chance, I had 17 dollars in 20 and 50 cents I hadn't managed to spend and should be able to buy cheap strings.
Then I'll be off to work. I picked up a job selling milk and veg door to door. It's commission based, and as an engineer, it's interesting to learn to sell. At the moment I have a satchel around my neck on one side and a guitar slung on my back without a case. I'm not wearing a top because it's already very hot and I don't want to get sweaty before work. Later, when I'm selling, I'll wear shorts, runners, a polo that says "milkman" and an ass licking, shit eating grin to ingratiate myself with whoever owns the door I've just knocked on.
Time moves fast in the lives of the common people.
William Shatner - Common People
I'm in Sydney and it's beautiful. The people are gorgeous, the weather perfect and the living easy. How I came to be living in the precise hostel I am now in, and have the friends and job I have is probably lost in the mists of time but that's to be expected when the only reason to know the day of the week is that dominos pizza is cheaper on Tuesdays.
Last night as I walked home through Hyde Park in the rain with a charming Italian girl, the skyscrapers were lost in cloud, their upper lights like a celestial aura. Now it's blue with cartoon clouds, crisp and white. The glass faced towers throwing light down onto the streets in patches.
I'm walking to a guitar store to buy a string. It's Monday morning and last night I broke one while busking, which was about the worst thing that could happen to me. I have very little money and playing guitar is how I make it. It's a day to day living. If I need to pay a night in a hostel, 35 mins of singing. Eating? Round it up to an hour. Takeaway food? Make it 2 hours pay tomorrow's rent as well, and take the day off.
The two worst things that can happen then are losing my voice, and breaking a string when I have no money. Fortunately, and by chance, I had 17 dollars in 20 and 50 cents I hadn't managed to spend and should be able to buy cheap strings.
Then I'll be off to work. I picked up a job selling milk and veg door to door. It's commission based, and as an engineer, it's interesting to learn to sell. At the moment I have a satchel around my neck on one side and a guitar slung on my back without a case. I'm not wearing a top because it's already very hot and I don't want to get sweaty before work. Later, when I'm selling, I'll wear shorts, runners, a polo that says "milkman" and an ass licking, shit eating grin to ingratiate myself with whoever owns the door I've just knocked on.
Time moves fast in the lives of the common people.
William Shatner - Common People
