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Jack Wealthy

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1 month and three days of playing guitar and now I'm playing 8 hour days until I'm good enough to busk. I figure 7 of them should be enough. I've done one.

Today is cheat day, meeting up with my best girlfriend and eating lunch at her house, teaching her some guitar. Having a best friend that is a girl is 1000000x better for game than approaches. I literally can't feel nervous talking to a hot girl because I regularly do it with one who likes me. I can't run out of things to say, because I have six hour straight solo conversations, both on the phone and in person. Plus I get an educated female opinion on everything I do. It's made me a better person.

Argh I've done some bad things.

Writing a lot as well. I stopped the five rites and switched to Yoga as I see fit. The five rites were making me back sore, lots of spine stretching. I'm taking a break from parkour to avoid impending tendonitis on my right ankle; lots of landing. I do it too far onto my toes, bad.
 

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Leavers Pt.1

I've had a hectic week, everything ranging from vagrancy and severe sleep deprivation to watching police tackle kids.

Leavers was coming up and I messaged my friend Jez to ask if he was going. Turns out he isn't. I told him it was one of the best times of my life and he should go even if he has to camp on the beach. He said he would if I went with him and so it began. I spent the next two days getting prepared with him, going to the city, acquiring documents- then realizing I didn't even need to because I've done a TAFE equivelant... The irony is I changed the date on my schools cover letter, the one they wrote saying I'm a responsible young man ready to move into the real world...

We decided to go for 3/5 days, making up for the 2/6 days that didn't get rained out last year. Leaving on Tuesday, we booked a ticket that cost $38.50c to leave at 7.30am.

Now that all those details are out of the way let us get underway:


Monday night


On my way back from printing my documents at the state library; Ella and I decided to take a detour.

We talked about things I'm not going to write about.

Walking through the bus station I see this guy playing a guitar he gave a custom paint job. He definitely pimped it while tripping and without artistic talent. The colours drip together and run down his guitar, it's an Ibinez and he may have sloshed swirls all over it but he hasn't named it. We talk about guitar, he comes from classical and has played for nearly a decade. He agrees to teach me guitar sometime.

I have to leave for my bus
"Do you take Eftpos, because I don't have any cash."
"No, go over to that machine and buy a ticket."
"Will you wait for me?" (he didn't have to leave for another five minutes.)
"Yes."
And the instant my foot hits the ground he takes off. The slimy bastard.

I go back over to talk to Tim the guitar player, he gives me change for a ticket and I end up inviting him over to play.

I originally planned for this to be an early night. With hindsight, I wouldn't have invited someone over to jam at 9.30pm. He left at 11, then Ella called me while I was eating dinner and we talked until 2am. I got some great guitar in, I got myself a book for the bus (Junky, slamming good read) but one thing I didn't get is sleep. Hey, at least I shaved. That's what really matters.

Sleep count: 2 hours.

Tuesday

I wake up at five with a surprising amount of motivation. I get up, warm up and do a couple of sets of burpees. I flog myself like someone with multiple personalities, one a slave, one a slave-master. In the cold shower I stop sweating, then I dry my wet naked flesh with a combination of immense body heat and light pressure with a towel.

Mmm, no breakfast because I feel lactic acid on my stomach. Cardio kills my appetite. I hug my guitar goodbye, grab what I assume to be my sleeping bag and bag then forget my jacket and get on my way.

In the city Jezza gets high with Ella and he ends up running late for the bus. I get the bus driver to wait, his three other passengers don't seem to mind either. Jez finally arrives with my book and wants to buy water, but we're in a squeeze. On the bus we talk, pumped, coolest people on the bus. Some kid with a snap-back is a close third, but he gets sunburn midway through the trip the instant he steps off the bus during a break. He should trade that thing in for a Legionnaires cap, so much more practical.

On the bus I read my book and I get a little more sleep.

Sleep count: 4 hours.

When we exit the bus we do so into a lull of people with a flurry of energy. Instantly we set out to purchase our wrist bands. Thump-thump-thump, will it work? She's really checking it. Cross-checking with my ID. Damn me, "Okay that's $110." Yeah.

The next mission is to find a spot to sleep on the beach. After lugging around a world of a bag for 40 minutes we give up and decide to catch the bus to Dunsborough. I meet a girl called Brooke.

"Are you bubbly Brooke?" Her and her friends laugh and I'm in with all the girls in the nearby vicinity. Jeremy is befriending some guys and girls, including a surfer I met earlier who agreed to teach me. He also plays guitar. Smokes weed. Some of the girls recommend us a sushi place and when we get in they show us where it is. Unfortunately we get lost and I have to ask for directions. I ask the next hot girl who walks past.

"Yo, you look like a hippie. Where is the sushi around here."
Her friend giggles but she answers me with but a smile "What makes you think I'm a hippie? I don't even like sushi."
"To be honest I'm surprised you're wearing shoes in a dress like that." I motion to it, tie-die embroidery and all.

She gets self conscious and I hug them goodbye and leave to get sushi. When we get there Rad to tell me I missed out on an acting job by going away. I later found out it was filmed with a phone and care less. The cuisine was fusion sushi and I got Korean beef. I spilled some soya sauce on myself. Good sushi, not great sushi. I got better sushi on a date a few days later.


We start to undertake a sleep search but can't get the will to do so. So we go shopping and exchange stories instead.

"I ate out the second girl I've ever done it for so I could come on her face. It was worth it, she tried to cover up her face halfway through but it just ended up getting it all through her hair. I hit the wall with one spurt, some serious power. I'm not surprised she cowered."

Or courtesy of Jez "I went to some ****ty afters with that girl, imagine a party from your school. Not as nerdy but it was just as awkward. It was really obvious no one there really went to parties because of the 20 people who went 15 of them brought a bottle of spirits. It was so excessive I poured 20 shots as soon as I walked in the door."
"To get the party started?"
"Yeah, for me."
"You put back 20 shots?"
"Afterwards I went outside and started talking to some dude, then a bunch of girls came up to us and interrupted to introduce themselves. I said 'What the **** do you think you're doing?' to the hottest one and she said 'Introducing ourselves?' I told them to **** off and they left. Later on in the party one of them-"
"The one you wanted to get with?"
"Next hottest one. She came up and started making out with me, then she gave me head around the side. All her friends walked over and saw her, so she got embarrassed and ran off. Then the girl I wanted to get with made out with me."
"I swear that's a thing."
"What is?"
"Girls wanting to **** you when they see you with their friends. Every time a girls ever walked in on me banging I've gotten with them later."
Reflective pause. "That's super true actually. I ended up banging the less hot but still hot one in the closet, but people walked in on us again and she wouldn't even finish me with a *******."
"That sucks- or more accurately, that didn't suck."

Then we bump into Cass, a girl I know from Perth. She is attractive but milks it like she's a farmhand. Her friends were all much the same and offered us pills for way above street price. I laughed and told them I would never touch that stuff. Then I laughed a second time at the price. Someone would be desperate enough to buy it here. Cass offers us a place to keep our stuff and we agree eagerly. I grab her number and we get going.

Again we head to a beach on a search for a sleeping spot. On the way there a woman possessing quite possibly the perfect perky tits came past on a set of roller-skates. We're talking perky DD's here. She smiles straight at me and I check her for the leavers band as she skates past but alas, no luck. I figured. She looked at least 25. It's at this point a girl I know from Perth invites me to jump her fence. I do so nimbly, despite a weeks worth of goods in my bag. They are instantly hostile, expecting me to stack. I hug them all hello and one of them makes a snide remark about jumping the fence.

"I'm hell into jumping, I do parkour."
"You should jump the fence." One of the girls quips.
"I just did."
"Again." She replies.
"I think she's asking us to leave man." Jez interjects.
"This guys smart." One of the guys replies. He later came up to us and said we were cool guys, the girls just wanted us to leave. It might have been awkward because I was with one of them once.

We go to the beach and I find a group of cool looking people. They are the group with one guy and six girls. I introduce myself by complimenting them on the ratio. They ask where I'm staying.
"On the beach."
"Which resort."
"The beach."
"I've never heard of that one."
"You're sitting on it." They laugh, shocked by my circumstance.
They start to introduce themselves and I guess one of the girls name is Katherine. There is always a Katherine. I met 5 Katherine's and two Katharine's on leavers, as well as bumping into at least as many I already knew and a handful of Cathy's both ways.
"Guess the rest of their names." The guy proposes.
"You're Naomi." I point at one of two hot black chicks. Diverse group.
"No." She sounds surprised.
"Oh my God you look like a Naomi."
"I totally see that!"
"I do not!"
I stop everyone. "Hold on let's have a vote. All in favour of a name change." And I raise my arms along with six others. Unanimous.
It goes pretty much the same way six times and at the end of it they rub sunscreen on my back (not the dude) and wish me luck on the beach. We hug and I walk off to find Jezza.
 

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He's sitting with some girls we know from his school and a bunch of toolie guys. They're obviously and instantly threatened by my presence and begin ripping into my jokes. The leader makes a joke about my sleeping nude on the beach comments. I stare him flat in the eye and say "Maybe sleeping naked in the freezing cold is something only men understand." Boom. He later says "I can't walk on the beach anymore, it makes my calves tired." He was the most top heavy gym boi ever. I think his name might have been Johnny Bravo.

Ari, after some convincing, agrees to let us keep our bags at her place. I initially assume her to be apprehensive because of me, later she explained she would have said yes straight away but for the grudge she holds against Jez for distracting her in maths. For the first four weeks of him being at their school, he sat next to her and made stupid jokes. Bit over the top if you ask me, but she is cooler and closer so I like the deal.

We drop our stuff off at her place and find a way to kill the time for the next few hours. We talk to some stoned skaters, some stoned guys sleeping in a van and a stoned derro who tries to sell us a stoned, I mean stolen, I-phone. He then tries to buy my wristband from me and blows smoke in my face so I say goodbye and walk off to hit on some chicks. They're into it but their friends come and they all leave, giggling and calling out to us.

We go to grab a cup of coffee and befriend a local girl. Her and I bond on music preference, she's been to a lot of concerts and I've been to none.

At this stage its a few degrees from hell freezing over and I'm wearing (wet) shorts and a polo so I'm feeling it in 50% of my body while the other half is comfortably warm. We start heading back to their little cottages and plan what time we're going to leave, how big our snack before we go out will be and our plan for once we get there. When we do get in it's seven girls and a flurry of excitement as we greet them. There's girls going upstairs, coming downstairs, walking around in towels from the shower and I'm somewhat taken aback at first. Three simultaneous conversations and three sets of greeting all hit me at once, straight to the ears and I'm dizzy. The hunger isn't helping so I sit down and snack on smoked almonds and biltong for the next hour.

The girls want to leave around 9.30 and Jez want's to leave with them so I have plenty of time to get into the only warm pants I thought to bring. The local girl I met texts me to tell me what she is wearing. She wants me to look for the girl in a Mini Mouse outfit. Two hours tick by then we go to wait for the bus, four drunk girls and two sober males.

In the line a group of girls I know from back in Perth are excited and confused by my arrival amongst them. Me being a year older I understand this, they understand an extra year of age results in added maturity and they grill me then expect me to sit with them on the bus. Well, I do. They're really ****ing hot.

Sarah is their leader and she is looking for Kim, her best friend, who is alone and equally as drunk. Sarah falls asleep on the bus seat instead. Sarah wakes up, hugs me, then nestles herself into my arm and falls asleep again. I'm sitting next to Shelby, also beautiful but where Sarah is blonde, blue-eyes and a pretty little Scottish face; Shelby looks Greek. She has dark wavy hair and is the tallest of the girls, nearly 5'9. She hits my chin when we hug.

In the midst of excitable girls guys not so lucky roast themselves upon their libido and become fully cooked douchebags. A chant of "Tits out for the boys" starts it and as I revolve to whip my top off some other guy does it. Damn. Not quite. He then begins talking to me and challenges me to a rap battle.

"I drop lines systematically and dramatically, listen to me and you'll be left tripping as if off bad LSD, meanwhile I can be entirely ecstasy for your girl down on her knees trying to get free because I'm alpha and I ****ing lead, if it needs to be done I'll do the deed, if you need someone else **** you, but if it's your girl I'll see what I can do. Why would you ever challenge an Italian stallion? I've got more lines than Italy has got pasta, I'm the master, everything you can do I do but faster and I'll still out last ya, it will be a disaster if you look me in the eye because **** I'll blast ya, then we'll all get to see you cry."

That's a paraphrase, it was freestyle so I forgot a lot of it.

The bus screeches to a stop, matching the description I would give of the noise inside the bus. We all rush out and I hi-five the big Maori security guard whose beat boxing I rapped over. He claps me on the back and thanks me.

There is no line. To put this in perspective, the next 3 nights had about 1000 people in line, give or take, ahead of me. This time there is about 50. It's like everyone just wanted to get in early. Which is good because it is absolutely crowded when we get in.

I **** around for a bit with Jez and some girl comes up and kisses him. She's one of the girls I was sitting with on the bus. I go to the dance-floor lone-wolf because Jez isn't feeling it. I leave him getting his arms painted on some beanbags. The instant I walk in some blond girl holds eye contact with me. She's tall, slim and has pretty features. I would rate her highly on an arbitrary scale Her name is the same as a girl I nailed. I say so. She says she is the wrong girl to mess with because she does MMA. I tell her I used to, I won a tournament. We hook up with 6/10 intensity and then part ways. She asks to meet up with me at the beach party tomorrow. I say yes.

The one thing I feel most important to the atmosphere to grasp is the dust. Thick, choking clouds of dust hangs in the air everywhere. You can't avoid it, five thousand teenage feet pound the ground and it floats up to be sucked down into your chest. It destroys your throat, stings your nose and clogs your lungs with black soot.

I go to get some water and while I'm near it I go into the painting tent. There is couples grinding on the floor. I think it's kind of gross. I'm past the point of kissing girls for the sake of kissing them, the repetition is unfathomable. On top of that maybe 1/10 girls is actually a legitimately good kisser and 1/10 taste nice, so the result is that in two years of slutting it out two girls have ever had both.

Some girls call me over and ask to paint my arm. I let an incredibly country girl slather flowers onto my arm.
"So where are you staying?"
"I live here."
"Oh, awesome. Are you a legitimate leaver?"
"Yeah I am 'ey! Ow bout you mate, look bout twenty or somefin'"
(Oh **** you sound ****neye *****) "I'm legit." I start telling a story but she interjects.
"I'm the best actress ey. Check out my You(elongated)Tube unna." She nods drunkly. "Everyone in Busso knows me but I don't know them. I'm like the prime minister of that place."

Thankfully Jez arrives and when he discovers they live here, offers to cook them breakfast for a place to stay. It fails horribly and he has a go at me for not helping.

"Come on man, I need you to do the talking. You're good at it. You can convince them to let us stay at their place."
"I would prefer to sleep on the beach than sleep with that *****." I would regret those words. I could have always flopped it out flaccid and pretended to pass out on top of her.

It was at this point a very unfortunate circumstance occurred and I lost my voice, leaving it completely up to Jez to find us a place to stay. One girl comes up to me and she's nearly local, staying in a hotel. She offers to let me come over and cook her breakfast in the morning instead. She asks how she can make it up to me. I say with your bed. She says maybe tomorrow and kisses me.

I see one more girl whose beauty hits me like a tonne of bricks and I fall upon her like one. I'm a fury of flirt and the definition of overt. When she says she has a boyfriend I ask if he is as hot as me. When she laughs and doesn't shy away from my touch I make a disturbing comment about cuckolding her boyfriend. Over the line. Some girl comes up to me and yells at me because I'm too old to be here. I explain the TAFE situation. She labels me a toolie and attempts to berate me, but I yell over her until she gives up.

This doesn't help my circumstance. My voice is now completely gone. We end up leaving to go crash on the beach. We pick up our stuff first, with some tissues we use to blow the dust out of our noses. I go through a two tissues before my nose is clear of corrupted snot and I can breathe easily. I wash my face and scrub my hair in the hand basin of a public bathroom. It's very cold and the freezing water to my face wakes me up. I go outside to get my sleeping bag ready for the beach and-

"****!" I scream. This would be the last thing I screamed all leavers.
"What's wrong man."
"Andrew packed my sleeping blanket into the sleeping bag case and I didn't check."
"Is that bad?"
"It's basically a poncho." I hold up the thin fabric for his inspection.
"It's not that bad... Do you have anything else."
"I have a sleeping bag liner."
"You're going to be ****ing freezing."

I barely sleep. It's a combination of Jez snoring, a hamstring cramp, needing to piss and freezing cold. The latter results in me shivering myself hungry and burning off all the pineapple and cashew I ate before bed.

Sleep count: 6 hours.
 

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Hahahahahhah

Biltong is ****ing great! Didnt know you called it biltong in australia too

You're gonna love my friend Robin, rap with him!

Incredibly repetitive, eh? Cant agree more. So worth when you find those great girls though!
 

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Having a best friend that is a girl is 1000000x better for game than approaches.
I clicked this thread by mistake but if you are making girls into best friends that you are not fvcking then you have no idea what the game is about..

We need to get you kids red pilling at an early age before the leftists get their mits on you.
 

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It's extra fun when you're jet plane level, the words just appear for me and I feel like I'm grabbing them out of the air. I'd be keen to skype battle.

LiveFreeX said:
I clicked this thread by mistake but if you are making girls into best friends that you are not fvcking then you have no idea what the game is about..

We need to get you kids red pilling at an early age before the leftists get their mits on you.
Is this a troll? I didn't think anyone took that red pill stuff seriously.

I did good with girls, I abandoned game and cut back on cold approaching. I got a female best friend. I have three dates this week and had sex last night, with her. If I say having this female friend for a long time without nailing her helped me become better with girls overall, I know what I'm talking about. In fact I would go so far as to say the best way to have sex with hot girls is to befriend a lot of them. In real life I don't know anyone who gets laid a lot without having hot female friends. Don't take my word for it though just think about it a bit.
 

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LiveFreeX said:
I clicked this thread by mistake but if you are making girls into best friends that you are not fvcking then you have no idea what the game is about..

We need to get you kids red pilling at an early age before the leftists get their mits on you.
Lol

This is scary.
TAKE THE RED PILL NEOOOOOOOOOO

get a hold of yourself dude
 

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lol livefreex
 

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LiveFreeX said:
I clicked this thread by mistake but if you are making girls into best friends that you are not fvcking then you have no idea what the game is about..

We need to get you kids red pilling at an early age before the leftists get their mits on you.
It's just different definitions of game dude. Now, the red pill? I saw that subreddit and I cringed.
 

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Leavers Pt.2

Wednesday

The beauty of waking up to the sunrise is marred by it shining directly into my eyes. "**** you sun!" I groan. I get up and go piss, it's one of the best in my life. I go back and wake up Jeremy, he has a snack while I pack up then I wait for him to pack up.
We start walking into the heart of the smallest town that isn't in the middle of nowhere.
It wasn't as hot this morning as one would expect, which is to say my testicles were 14 inches inside me. I could feel them, hard and freezing, pressing into my lungs and making the air inside so frosty it didn't fog. It wasn't as cold as Winter but it was as cold as Ms.Winter, my menopausal phys-ed teacher.

"I think I lost weight from the cold."
"You should eat something dude, you do look skinnier. Like you've lost muscle though."
"Yeah I feel like I've lost about two kilos."
"You look it."
"Hey, at least I'll look lean for the beach party today."
"Yeah, I don't think I'll come to that."
"Hanging out with Jame's?"
"Yeah, plus I don't really like the beach."
"I'm not that keen on it but... hot girls n bikinis. What's not to love."

We are still on the coast when I see a big stick and decide to play with it as though it is a sword. This was my first sign of sleep deprivation: acting like a child.

We go to the park where I brush my teeth. We plan to go to the bakery soon. We met a woman yesterday who showed us how to get to Dome and she managed a bakery. Her and Jeremy bonded because they'd worked at Dome and her and I over an interest in business. She had said we were the nicest leavers she had ever met and invited us to get something for free from her bakery. She said to go there at 9am and upon discovering it is 7.03am we decide instead to got to Dome. Inside it's warm and Jez orders a tall macchiato while I make notes about the night before.

"Hey Jez, I forgot to tell you last night but I got invited back to a party." There is a note with the address and a girls phone number next to it.
"When was that?"
"Uh, well the next note is 'Guessing a guy who looks like Andrew is called Andrew.'"
"Oh ****, that was funny."
"I can't believe he wouldn't let us crash in his backyard."

I kept running off to hit on girls in the line for the buses last night. The closest I got to a warm bed for Jez and I in that line was hugging a girl with massive melons and resting my head on them. Without my voice my ability to convince is slightly hindered.

We watch Cyanide and Happiness shorts and I laugh. A few early risers come in and I do some Yoga. On my way out I wink at a few girls to keep my flirtatious juices primed. One of them winks back.

We go to grab a breakfast from IGA because I really am starved. I feel like an Ethiopian. After being homeless for a time I appreciate what true hunger feels like. This is true hunger. My belly rumbles as it digests itself; the only meal to feast upon. The hollowness doubles me over and I groan to match my gut grumbling. At IGA I barge out, offended by the price ($5) for a chicken avocado sandwich. It costs me three dollars to buy the raw ingredients at Coles and make three of them. The lady gives me a discount when I tell her the people who make receipts should print fast food vouchers on the back instead of carpet cleaning ones during leavers. She forgets to scan my meat as she ponders this, saving me a dollar.

"A lot of idiots in that business. Just don't pay attention to the world." She nods, satisfied.

Outside we walk to a river and sit on the bridge. Jez teaches me how to cut avocados like they do at Dome then goes off to piss while I finish buttering my bread with the slices. A pregnant woman walks past with another baby in a stroller. I wave hello with the knife in my hand then realize and put it down.

"Good day." I smile at her and start putting meat into my sandwiches.
"Hi." She blusters, she is power-walking by the time she gets to my end of the bridge.
I think nothing of it but as we walk back to home-base (Dome) for some pepper a squad car pulls in.
"Do either of you boys have a knife?"
"Yeah, I use it to cut my avocados."
"Pull it out."
"Sure, no problem." While I take off my bag they ask Jez for his name.
"Jez Wealthy." One of the types the name into a computer while I hand my knife over to the other.
"What's this about a drug charge."
Jez answers immediately; "Well that was a long time ago-"
"One year?"
"-and I've changed a lot since then." Jez finishes uncomfortably."
"Well I'd hope so." He's a real stiff.
"What's your name?" While he asks his comrade inspects my knife and wipes avocado residue from the blade.
"Jasper Wealthy."
"Are you two brothers."
"No." I think it should be as obvious as his Indian heritage.
He types the name into the computer and it comes up as clean as my STD test. "What were you doing carrying a knife like this?"
"I use it for fruit and thought it was legal, I thought anything with a less than four inch blade was."
I see them exchange a conspicuous glance, clearly communicating "He knows the law."
"Well yes that's true... But like this..." He struggles to open the knife because of the safety mechanism. He gives up after a minute. "How do you open this."
"Here." He passes it to me and I demonstrate the press and flick required.
"So this is a flick knife. How do you close it?"
"It didn't use to be, it just got a little loose." I say as I fix it.
"Well open..." He focuses for a second. "Got it!" He looks around as though surprised at his own excitement. "Ahem, this is obviously more than 3 1/2 inches."
"I thought the law was four?"
"Not if it folds."
He measures the two inch blade with his hand. He tests the blade with his thumb, it is dull as a fruit knife.
"Give us your contact details."
I fill them in with my address, phone number and situation. They're uncomfortably interesting in my status as a leaver- shaky at best- though they are soothed when I present a plausible alibi involving TAFE. It wouldn't stand up to a breeze.
"We'll send you this back if it turns out to be legal. But I don't think it is."
"Ok, I have no problems with that. Sorry to be any trouble."
"Mmmph." I have never been responded to with just a grunt before by an officer of the law. They hoon off and do a donut in the dirt into a U turn. Only in the country. They speed off ahead of us and we wait behind for the cloud of dust to disappear.

At this stage I'm wearing the clothes I slept in; which are essentially pajamas. Underneath I'm wearing a polo and a tank-top, to stay as warm as possible. We get friendly looks in Dome. They assume us to be homeless. This is a much beloved group beside leavers. I grab some pepper, exchange pleasantries and leave. By the time my sandwiches are created I can only it two of the three. I'm too hungry, my stomach has shrunk too much. I feel slightly down and lie down in the park. Jez washes himself with face wipes then I go to chuck a ****. I get changed into a real outfit because it is now hot. It is now 10am and we want to go to the beach.

"I hate going to the beach because of people like you." He points at me.
"I worked for this." I motion over my body.
"That doesn't change the fact that ripped mofos like you come to the beach and make guys like me look like ****." He gesticulates at me.
"It doesn't matter man. Just come, it will be fun."
"Nah, I think I'm hanging out with James. If he would reply to my texts..." He sighs and checks his phone again.
One hour goes past and James now hasn't replied in 18, which is when Jez gives up.
"****ing douchebag!"
We go to put our stuff down. None of the girls are home so we decide to hide it out the back of their place. While we do Ari's mum comes out. "Oh, it's you boys."
"Yeah we're Ari's friends from last night. Sorry; did we wake you?"
"No, no, no" she assures me "I just got back from my run." She touches my arm and invites me inside.
"Where did you go?"
We continue to chat as Jez catches a quick snack. I start to apply sunscreen as the conversation laxes.
"Jasper, can I talk to you for a minute?" Arianne's mum comes over to me.
"Sure." I stand up and walk over with her to the kitchen table. Jeremy continues to snack.
"Jasper, I don't want to make you uncomfortable in any way." her tone and accent imply respect in a way only Orientals can. "Ari has told me a lot about you."
"What type of things?"
"About your overall circumstance and how you live away from your parents. How long has that been the situation?"
"I moved out in 11 and I stayed here to keep going to school. I live with a family friend."
"Do you pay rent?"
"Yeah I do."
"How do you make that money?"
"I get payments from the government so long as I'm a student."
She nods and considers this. "It must be very difficult living on your own." Spoken as a statement of a fact much greater than either of experiences. "How did you end up doing it, and for so long! You were on your own when you were young."
"My mum moved back to Albany to live with my family-"
"Why?"
"Because we got kicked out of our house by my auntie. We started living with friends at first. Then she moved back home with her mum and I stayed to keep going to school. I lived with friends at first then I moved in with Aldo. He's the family friend." I add the last as an afterthought, nearly forgetting to fill her in on an important detail.
"I hope I didn't offend you the other day."
"You didn't offend me at all." I didn't even know how she could have offended me.
"I was just shocked that you've never travelled, because I thought all the kids your age talk about travel and they've all been to Paris or Rome. I didn't mean to make it sound like a bad thing."
"Yeah I didn't think you meant it in any negative way." I don't understand how to interpretate it negatively.
 

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Upon the bus to the beach I talk to girls who don't know who Aesop Rock is. Only one guy on the bus does and of course this is one cool guy. We mingle for a bit before the lure of females stops us and makes our jaws slack and our words to each other trivial.
"A girl ever given you head or hand on a bus?"
"Yeah actually." He then goes on to tell the story of a girl we both nailed gave him head on a bus. A different time she came to my house, ****ed me and sucked me off then went to his house and did the same. She thought we were brothers, just to add to the deprivation and debauchery. "How bout you?"
"In Warwick once-" Warwick is a dodgy suburb "a girl gave me hand on the back of a bus."
"Mine wasn't even in the back, it was in the middle and other people were on the bus." This girl is extremely easy. She is very gone with anything, except anal, she's really against ass play. I never tried but she told me about fifty times.

At the beach I fool around and try to chat to a few girls but at first it doesn't go so well. My voice is part of my mojo and without it I feel half man. Fifteen minutes and three free water bottles later and I'm as close to full strength as I can get. I see a game of volleyball but first I want to swim. I forgot bordies and don't wear underwear; but I forgo free-balling (fifty cops at least) and swim in sports shorts. Quick dry. Of course my shirt comes off and of course the female attention increases a hundred fold. They're all the ****ing same.

A girl comes up to me and asks me to put sunscreen on her back. She has blue eyes and brown hair. With her pale skin and little features she looks like a wild girl, native to the forests of somewhere far from here. I'm afraid she will get very burned without proper caution being exercised, so I carefully massage the sunscreen into her back. I move down onto her legs and she giggles, she puts her hand up behind her and runs it through my hair. Then she literally runs, taking some of that hair with her. It kind of stings, but more so it aches my balls.

I thought I was in.

Another girl asks me to put sunscreen on her back but instead I just initial her, then all her friends. Sunscreen is carefully applied to my back as a group effort. Six girls touching my body, all I think of is the wood nymph who stole my hair. I don't get hard for some reason but that's good, it would poke out of these shorts and right up where my shirt should be.

Disregarding the heat, the water decides to freeze me. The first girl I talk to gets the same idea, so it is a cold shoulder in cold water urging me to plunge deeper. I swim out farther and strike out with more method. Two girls help me struggle aboard a big floating lounge. There are 15 girls and no males on this vessel.

"That was weak; I got up here." One of the girls is talking in a disapproving tone.
"Yo, check my pockets." I empty out four gallons of water.
"Oh wow, that would have made it hard to get up here."

That's not all that made it hard. This is one very attractive Asian girl; small soft and slim in equal measures. She has light white freckles around her eyes, which are doe brown. She touches my stomach while I hug her. We talk until I decide to be the captain of the vessel.
"I am Jasper and I am commandeering this vessel. I am the new captain. You are my first mate." I rest my hand on the Asian girls lap while I call out the rest of the crew and their positions. I give some of them funny nicknames based on their appearance.
"MUTINY!" An overweight girl shouts. She then tries to tackle me in a sexual manner, aimed to get me off the boat and into her. She doesn't get me off. She ends up in the water.
"Any more challenges? Right, onwards!" I shout orders to paddle towards a water slide.

As a terrible swimmer- although I prefer to think of myself a terrific drowner- I benefit immensely from lying down on a boat being paddled around. As an atrocious man, I achieve great satisfaction from being among so many women without a single aspect of competition. The plan to board another vessel is snagged when a life guard (also female) paddles out.

"Sorry, you can't connect the equipment."
"But we wanted to get on the slide."
"These things have to be kept apart."
"Fine. To America!" I point into the horizon and we paddle away.

I move around the lounge and get to know the girls. The fat girl I pushed off has a very cute, very drunk friend. The only thing more stand out about her is what I realize standing on the beach. She is a legitimate midget.

I interrupt the conversation: "Hold on, how tall are you?"
"5'2." She crosses her arms.
"Oh my god that is awesome!" She starts to fall over and I catch her easily, she must weigh 30 kilos and she is dripping wet to boot.
"What are you doing tonight?" A male friend of theirs asks me.
"Going to the zone."
"You should come to this party, it's open house." Another male, this one called Casper. We strike it off based on our similar names.
"Where is it?"
"It's near here. 1231 Cave Road."
"Sounds fake."
"It isn't. Everyone is going."
"Where is that?"
"It's half way between here and Dunsborough. Where are you staying?"
"Dunnsborough. On the beach. Similar to here."
He laughs. "For real? That's dope. We're camping as well."
"Where?"
"Margaret River."
"Wow that's ages away."
"Yeah we were hell paranoid about cops."
"Too much weed?"
"No ****!" They all laugh.
Another guy comes in "Yeah, we've got a few ounces to last us as well."
"****, you guys are sorted. Kind of jealous."
"Come around any time you want!" I don't know how I understand this vibe, but this very small girl is not interested in me from a sexual standpoint. The legitimately wants to get to know me. I approach with hesitation. Why, if not to **** me? The attention of girls is scary when it isn't sexual. What does it mean? Why is it happening? What do they want from me.
"Yeah, come stay with us tonight after the party!" The fat girl is very keen. I feel nauseous at the prospect of every trying to **** her. So I wouldn't. But I feel comfortable knowing why she wants me over.

I leave their company with pleasantries and exchanged digits. They offer me a lift to the party, if I'm ok with a girl sitting on my lap. Luckily at that point the little person hugs goodbye so I say "Fine, you can sit on my lap!" The other girls jaw hangs slack for a second then her mouth closes with a click of teeth. She looks red with embarrassment. It could just be sudden sunburn though. Because it is really hot. I go to get more sunscreen and more water before going to check on my friends. On the way over I am ambushed by Jews.

"JASPER!" Sarah hugs me tight around the neck and it feels good. I crave the friendship of a female far more than the sex. I don't crave sex. I have sex. I crave companionship.
"Hey Sarah, how was last night?" I speak really slowly and savour this the way you savour the last moments of warmth in bed before attacking the world at the height of Winter.
"It was awesome! Where did you end up sleeping?"
"Mother****ing beach. It was beautiful though. The view was amazing though, it was more stars than sky.
She laughs. "The sky is so beautiful down here."
"I know, I used to live down South. Best thing about it."
"Lucky!"
"No, possibly the only good thing about it to be honest."
"How old were you?"
Before I can answer her friends arrive. In bikinis the effect of such attractive girls is amplified. Male heads are ****ed for miles.
"Hey Jasper!" A very nice girl whose name I forget hugs me.
"Hey Jasper!" Another girl hugs me. I'm getting heady from the scene unfolding.
"Hey Jasper." This last girl has a flat tone and a dull demeanor. She is one of those girls who is terminally bored by choice, because if she wasn't it might be too easy for the men in her life. She expects constant entertainment and I intentionally focus on not unintentionally providing it. If I starve her enough, maybe she will react. Reaction is action. Bored action is an oxymoron.
"Are you guys coming to the party tonight?"
"Which one?"
"The really big one."
"Is that the one near us?" Shelby asks the other girls.
"No, that's small." Sarah replies.
"It's 1231 Cave Road."
They exchange confused glances.
"Can we come?"
"It's open house."
They look to each other for decision. Sarah makes it. "We might see you there."
I turn to Kim and laugh at her, for she is pouting from inattention. "I heard you got lost last night Kim."
She sighs. "They all abandoned me." She casts an accusing glare at her friends, who all cringe. Except Sarah. She does not care. She continues to prattle on to me, pleasing sounds, until I'm permeated by Kim's negative presence and have to depart. I leave with a lot of hugs and a lot of jealous glances.

Kim is interesting. She is incredibly beautiful, in the top three most attractive girls I know. I nearly hooked up with her once. We went upstairs together at a party; but we kept getting interrupted and I was so nervous I never sealed the deal. So she just walked out when someone opened the door. I feel like, but for that, we could have had some sort of relationship. Sexual or no, it would have happened until that incidence put resentment into her heart. I mourn the loss. Regret number 80.
 

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Metres away from the girls another group much the same wave me over.

"Hey." It's the MMA girl I was with last night. "What's up?"
"We just got here."
"Come into the water with me." The girl strokes my arm while I introduce myself to her friends.
"I would, but I don't have anyone to leave my stuff with."
"Leave it here with ours."
"Are you guarding it? Not sure if I trust you're MMA skills."
"I'm not that good, even though I've done it for six years."
"I'm guarding it!" One of her friends is much too bubbly to be safe. It scares me. Kind of like a bottle of champagne with the cork about to burst.
"Uh... Ok then." We walk off arm in arm. Over the next two hours, I find out nothing about her and come to realize she is just a boring hot girl. Literally nothing else is going for her. She even has mono. "You better not have gotten me sick."
"Don't worry I only got it today." She seems to regret saying that immediately. I don't care, but am supremely bored. Before I get a chance to leave one of her friends drags me off. She has massive boobs.
"So, you and Hayley huh?"
"I guess so."
"You want to keep in touch?"
"Maybe." To be fair I would slam this girl like I'm MJ, but I can't tolerate her blandness long enough to persist.
There's an awkward pause. She was expecting a **** yes. "Uhh, I can give you her number if you want?"
"Uh... Sure." I get it but as I go to leave Hayley catches up to me.
"How old are you?"
"18."
"I thought so!" She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses it. "Will you buy us booze tonight?"
"Yeah ok."
"Yes!" She hugs me tighter then tries to give me her number.
"Don't worry, I already have it." I walk off, leaving her confused.
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After the beach the sun sets fairly quickly. As soon as we get back into town I go and grab some Subway. I'm absolutely ravenous and devour it in the whipping winds, which wash the tables clean of my rubbish before I haver a chance to bin it. Hayley texts me to try and meet up, I say ok give me ten. I hang out with another group of incredibly similar girls who also want me to buy them booze. I say no. They look too silly. Like they'll scream "YOLO!" after they slam the whole bottle between them and get naked in the middle of the zone. ****ing juvies.

When they get in their taxi Jez and I walk to the park. Jez is extremely interested in what I did at the beach, seeing as he did nothing. I start to give him the cliff notes, but get distracted.

"Hey, I'm Jasper and this is Jez."
We sit down next to two girls sharing a sandwich surrounded by luggage. It is a huge meal. One full Woolworths Vienna bread loaf costs five dollars and weighs seven to nine hundred grammes. This is intended to feed a family of four.
"I'm Emma and this is Neema."
"Hey Emma." Emma is white, very white, ghostly white, with freckles dotting her face erratically. She has brown eyes and blond hair. She is what my imagination creates when I think of American country girl. Get her a cowboy hat and a guitar and you have the next Kasey Chambers. We hug while Jez hugs the other girl. I turn, "Sorry, what was your name?"
"Neema." She waits for recognition. "Like Nemo, with an Ah." Neema is black, possibly Mulatto, possibly completely black. She's that weird space between mocha and chocolate where you're not sure what's in the cup. She is incredibly pretty, has dimples and frizzy dark hair that matches her eyes exactly in colour. Her teeth are absolutely perfect and when she says she's a model I believe her instantly.
"Oh, ok." These friends are polar opposites in terms of look. I can already tell they are best friends, an element which makes the whole thing super cute.
"Do you want a bite?" I take one. It is gross.
"What is in that?" I say while trying to dry swallow it to avoid tasting it.
"Just chicken and cheese." The latter is the disgusting element. Upon inspecting the ingredients I am shocked to discover only 45% of it is cheese. The rest is equally split between numbers and letters.

We talk about our times on leavers and upon investigation it comes out we have some more people in our boat.

"So you guys are sleeping on the beach too?"
"Well, we didn't last night. Last night we were at a drug dealers house."
"What the ****? Why?" Jez laughs.
"Well, we didn't know until the morning when the cops came to bust them-"
"Wait, they got busted this morning?" I inquire.
"Yeah, apparently they've been tracked since Perth. Anyway, they offered to let us stay there after the zone and they had a house. They were the biggest toolies." Toolie is venecular from going to leavers but being overage. Like me. Except I'm an exception.
"How old were they?"
"In their twenties at least." Emma looks to Neema, who nods.
"Did you put out for a roof."
"Ew, no." They both laugh. Neema continues, "Well I didn't at least."
"I had to!"
"You totally didn't have to! They were letting us stay there already."
"But he wanted to hook up with one of us."
"He was rank! The rest were good looking."
"Well I only made out with him." Emma smiles a smile that lets me know that isn't true.
"One of them was tall."
"Taller than us?" Jez and I are both 6'3.
"A lot. Like, 6'10."
"Oh holy ****."
"He was kind of scary."
"How did you guys get out when the cops came?"

I miss the answer because Jez burst out laughing.

"What's up man?"
"I was just thinking about that thing you said yesterday about ****ing a girl with a right angled vagina."
"What?" Emma is puzzled. Neema is confuzzled.
"Yeah, she had a ***** that bent off like this." I draw a right angle in the air. "I couldn't get much of it in so I gave up."
Emma and Neema both laugh like hyenas. Emma recovers. "You know how some guys have a bent ****..." Laughter. "Well maybe guys like that are made for those girls, because they just fit."
We all laugh. Just then the friend who gave me Hayley's number comes up. It's at this point I realize she gave me her own number. She is attempting to steal me off of Hayley. I take her money, buy her booze and send her on her way. I keep the change. She drags me along for a while and me to ditch Jez to come to a little gathering with her friends. "I could get you in, but not two guys. It's a guys thing."
"We could bring two girls."
"Those two?"
"Yeah."
She looks at the girls, both fairly attractive and at least as good looking as her. "No, I don't think they'll get along."
"Ok then, thanks anyway." I shrug her arm off and walk back to Jez. "We should get to Ari's before it gets too late. It's nearly seven. We need to get ready."
"You're right. Do you guys want to meet up when we're ready and go together?"
"Yeah that sounds good."
Suddenly I think of something. "Where are you guys keeping your stuff?"
They look at each other. "We were going to take it with us. Do you guys keep yours somewhere?"
I burst out laughing, "Are you kidding" Hahaha "**** carrying this stuff. Do you want us to ask if you keep your stuff at Ari's." They don't exchange glances, they both say yes as one without needing to. "Alright, I'll ask."

I do ask Ari and she says yes straight away. Even though the girls are waiting at the park, I eat dinner and chat to Ari's mum some more. Jez tries to pressure me into getting ready faster but I won't. I plead for a shower, which is unnecessary because they let me have one without having too. It is an amazing shower, although I brought half the beach back with me. I laugh at this joke like I did the first time I heard it, out on the boat with my pop. "Jasper," he said, "it's fine if you want to go play on the beach; but don't bring half of it back onto the boat with you!"

The dinner is filling, which is good because socializing 24/7 is destroying my throat. I make some honey and lemon tea for myself and debate the pro's and con's of honeyed milk with Jez. He swears by it, but the mucus of milk turns me off the idea. My throat is already sore. Flem would make this multiple magnitudes worse. It would be ****ing mono again, just like last year.

Jez finally gets me out the door, scared the girls will be annoyed. I just don't care. They aren't. Best friends typically don't mind being alone together. They all want me to buy them alcohol, Jez finds out the specials then I go off to buy a bottle of Bundy.

"I.D. Please."
"Sure."

He doesn't even check it, just me saying I have it is enough to be sent out with the bottle. Jez mixes it with Coke while we sit on the beach. The girls try and pressure me to drink some. Emma says she will kiss me if I do. I laugh and don't validate it with any other response.
 

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Jez calls us all a taxi, but it won't take us to 1231 Cave Road because all the call-outs there have said there isn't a house out that far. Apparently it is a vacant block. I tell a few girls not to try and go.

The next thing I care about we're all waiting for the bus and Neema is getting very cuddly. Jez and I earlier decided we think both girls are hot for sure, but I prefer Neema and he prefers Emma. The girls seem now to have reached a similar conclusion. Neema tries to kiss me in the line into the zone.

"I'm not like that." I am. Just not with a girl I want to save the tension for. I know, sharing a sleeping bag with her tonight, I may get it in there. Sexual tension is my friend. I hope she hits breaking point and just bursts like a dam. A drenching dam.

A group of three very small girls all come up to me and ask me to pick them up. I lift all three in the air at once, a feat of strength if I've ever performed one. The other two squeal and run off when set down, but the Asian one remains.

"I'm Grace." She's twisting her foot in the dust.
"Hi Grace, I'm Jasper." We hug and she tries to kiss me with her hand on my balls. I stop short (Neema is eight inches away) and she runs off to join her friends.
"You're a real player huh?" Neema asks.
"I told you. I'm not like that."

Inside the zone everyone but me realizes they have a Nanna bladder. While they're peeing I meet an array of douchebags and *****es whose only good characteristic is consistency. A girl walks off on my mid sentence just as Jez comes out of the toilet. We go to wait in line for bumper cars, Emma and Neema join us shortly. In the line a very tall girl- at my eyes- gets her friend to ask me if I'll kiss her. She is very pretty and has been very nice to me so I say yes and give her one friendship peck.

"Yes! Five!"
"Alright!" The two girls hi-five.
"Wait, are you counting your hook-ups?" I ask.
"Yeah."
"That's kinda sad." I state.
"I think it's sadder she's only had five." Jez adds.
The girls look disheartened until I amend: "It's sad because if they're just a number it's not about kissing people. If it's not about them, what's the point? You should remember them as people."
"Jasper, right?"
"Yeah."
"Ok, I'll remember you." She adds me on Facebook the next day.

On the bumper cars I have a 4:1 hit to being hit ratio. When they stop I want to get back at this girl who got me sneaky, so I jump out and push her bumper car into the wall before walking off casually. The bumper car staff are bemused to the point of silence. A black guy comes up to Jez and I: "Yo, you homies should be at the party man! That **** is way better than here!"
"It's a fake man."
"Nah brother, it's legit. It's going off."
"It's a paddock."
Realizing he can't convince us to leave, he walks away.
"You were right Jasper, you were right."
"About the fake party thing?"
"Yeah, trying to get guys to go to a fake party so there's more chicks at the zone."
"It's something I'd do."
"I know."
"Hey, it worked too." There is ***** galore.

I walk off in a random direction of my choosing and lose Jez. I find ten dollars on the floor to replace him, then I go and dance. I find Shelby on the dance floor and get jiggy with it. We dance for a time, drifting closer, I know she wants it but I don't know how badly. When I finally kiss her I realize; badly. She gets extremely into it and my teasing drives her wild. The instant I stop kissing her though she is again all reserved calm. She is a Greek goddess. I pull on her wavy hair (the very same shade as mine) and bite her neck. It's soft and in heels she's tall enough I don't have to stoop, I have a hand on her breasts and the other on her ass. She comes forward into me, I pull her tight...

Time flies before we separate. I tell her it is to find my friends, really I just needed space. The whole hookup was conducted in a sly, serpentine manner by me. I was careful that Neema didn't see, unsure she was the type of girl to be ok with that. Also Shelby has friends, beautiful friends, amazing friends. I was keeping an eye out hoping some of them might haven seen and caught the jealousy bug. I didn't spot any.

I bump into Ari as I grab myself about fourteen cups of water. She is just leaving and I promise to make her a mocha in the morning. She smiles at me. "I just wanted to let you know; I have no problem with you. I'd even consider us friends. The whole reason I didn't want to let you guys keep your stuff at our place was because I hate Jez. That and we might get caught and kicked out."
"Woah, woah, woah, you can't hate Jez!"
"Well... Maybe not hate." She's reluctant at best "But I strongly dislike him."
"Why?"
"He used to sit next to me in math and be so..." She growls the next, "irritating!"
"He can be a bit... like that, at times."
"Tell me about it!"

I walk over to the painting tent to find Jez. No luck. Inside I walk up to the two hottest girsl, grab one of them by the arm and start drawing a flower.
"What are you drawing?"
By this stage I've ****ed it up immensely. I'm a writer, not an artist. "A flower."
"That doesn't look like a flower." Her friend says.
"It's an Egyptian flower. I'm combining it with hieroglyphics."
"You know hieroglyphics?! Oh my God that is so cool." They're both squealing with excitement.
"What does it say? What does it say?"
"I'm not finished yet." I add a couple of swirls and a flare up the side. It looks more like a coffin then a flower. "It says 'flower' I point to the center, a big yellow smudge with straight pink lines coming off it. "Love." I point to a heart-looking part near the bottom. "And beautiful." I trail my fingers up her arm into the centre of her neck, then I lift her chin up so we're looking into each others eyes.
"I'll leave you two alone." Her friend does just that, but before I know it I'm already bored and HA, I don't give a **** if you're hot girl you don't kiss like that.

I go back to the dancefloor, voice shattered like a Fabergé egg omelet. I come in right on the drop and I see her, so I bust a move... ****, how lame can I get... She reciprocates and copies my lame ass dancing while I explain the moves.
"This one is the sprinkler. This is called the ABBA. And this one is the gay cowboy." I pretend to lasso her in and we make-out. Again, not a very good kisser so I leave. Before I get very far a girl grabs me.
"My friend wants to make out with you." This girl is herself a seven on my judgment scale. She is very slightly better looking than both of her friends.
"I don't know, I'm not that sort of guy."
"Just meet her." She drags me over with surprising strength to her grip.
"This is Anne."
"Jasper."
"You're really hot Jasper."
"Thanks Anne."
"Do you want to hook up?"
"I'm saving my first kiss for marriage."
The same friend grabs me. "You can't do that, not with a face like that." That face is then jammed into her friends. I'm polite. I reciprocate the kiss. She shudders with delight. "Now hook up with me." In for a penny in for a pound. I go harder with her right of the bat. It's less of a kiss, more lip wrestling. We both win.
"Now me." The third girl is tall and kisses delicate, like a hieroglyphic flower. She puts a hand up my shirt. "Oh... Feel his abs!"

As three different girls grope around my torso the people nearby stop dancing. A few guys offer congratulations, a few more silent stares of hate or admiration. A couple more girls I don't know join in. The whole thing is surreal. For the most part they're attractive, although on fat girl tries for the crotch. "Hey! Above the belt! You guys are lucky I'm not charging you as is."
"Are you a stripper?"
"Damn right I am." I start sarcastically stripping. Very difficult to explain, one would know it if they saw it. Irony drips off my grinding. I'm less into that than I am my shirt, up around my neck, held by tiny female hands. I start to feel claustrophobic and leave. I immediately hit into Jez.

"You'll never guess what happened man!"
"What?"

He goes on to tell me about how he got with a girl he's been chasing for months. I forget to tell him about the weird molestation orgy but I remember to tell him I found money on the floor. Figures.

The girls find us soon after and we leave together. I put my liner into Neema's sleeping bag and she starts stroking my inner thighg once I slip in with her. The instant she touches **** it runs an electric jolt through my brain and we're hooking up with reckless abandon.

"Hold on, let me grab my wallet."
"I'm not ****ing you. At least, not with my friend right there."
"Fair enough." I grab it anyway. We admire the beauty of the moon and no condom is used. It hangs low and fat, like a fruit ripe for the picking. All the other stars disappear near it, as it rises through the sky they die in its path and come to life in its wake.

Sleep count: 8 hours (one full nights worth!)
 

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Can't believe I read all of this. First off, EPIC Group make out dude. Darn sure wish I could pull that off. Real soon. Congrats and keep on pimping man.

If anything can be taken out of this, it's the fact that being in shape is such a plus for so many reasons. Weather it's being buff/swole(like me), or have a chiseled 6 pack like you. Work out guys!!!
 

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Cant believe Im about to read all this.
@RaC, Jack is a ripped mother****er.

****ing loved it! We're gonna have so many adventures!
 
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Leavers Pt.3 (of four)

Thursday

I always wake up first and this morning is no exception. Three and half years of on-and-off homelessness made me a cautious sleeper. I wake if a cricket jumps too close. The sand blowing into my face and whipping my blanket around like Marilyn Monroe's dress make me wonder how I'm the only one up. I shake them all awake, but Emma won't budge so I go chuck a piss. A jogger comes past with a rat on a leash. She looks at my junk and doesn't say anything. ****ing perv. The least should could have done was smile. Or a thumbs up.

When I get back, Neema is on top of Emma shaking her.

"grrrr mmmffff."
"What?"
"GRRRRR MFFFFF!"
"What?"
"GET OFF!" Emma pushes Neema into the sand, disappointingly it doesn't result in a cat fight.
"Hey, I just killed a fly!" This event is the first of the day. It feels good to get back at the annoying little ****s. I hope they understand not just pain but loss, so they know that their son, daughter or sister just got squashed.

We all wait for Emma to get ready as we had packed before she was even up. The girls wrap themselves in my sleeping poncho to keep warm. This morning routine is much the same as the last, with the addition of girls. We have to wait for Dome to open and the instant it does we're inside.

Inside Dome a leaver is rude to Issy, our Dome friend from day one. "Hey, you want some **** up your mouth ya ****ing douche." The guys is shocked by my bizarre insult.
After stunned silence he replies: "Nah, I'm not gay."
"I can tell, a gay guy wouldn't dress like a ****ing toddler."
He starts to get up but his friends hold him back, confident they can win a 6v1 verbal battle with me.
"Says you, two faggots together."
I laugh. "It's two guys and two girls. Your group is six guys and no girls. You all look like you've never even seen a ***** before." They can't think of anything to say so I finish it. "Listen, what school are you all from?"
"Why do you want to know, homo?"
I just stare at him. He eventually answers. "Ocean Reef."
"I went to your afters, it was in some guys paddock. Remember when that dude pulled a gun?" Just like that the whole thing is glossed over. They leave as soon as I stop talking to them, wanting to avoid the humiliation of being berated (successfully) in front of at least a dozen girls.

Issy comes over. "Thank you for that."
"It's ok, they were *******s."
"They really were jerks. They've been making comments all morning. Or, they were..." I hug her and she puts her head on my shoulder. "Do you want to meet up tonight?"
"Sure, sure. What time are you going?"
"Around 8. I want to have a nap first. I'm so tired. I had to get up at six this morning."
"What time did you get to bed?"
"I went home early because I knew I had work." She thinks for a second. "Around 12. You."
"About three. I got woken up when the sun came up. Just before five."
"****, you must be tired."
"I'm one of those people who gets overtired really fast. I'm running on nothing but adrenaline."
"Do you need a coffee?"
"I can't afford a coffee." I put my hands out in the gesture of the poor.
"I'll get you one for free during my break."

I fall asleep for a while at one of the booths and when I wake up the rest of the group is giggling. "What's up?"
"You look cute when you're asleep."
"Cheers. How long was I out?"
"Twenty minutes."
"I'm going back under." I drift off again. "How about that time?"
"Another twenty minutes."

Sleep count: 8 hours and 40 minutes.

When I wake up this time a friend from Perth is sitting nearby. Actually, I ****ed his girlfriend ages ago and that's how I know him. We don't talk or anything. But he's nice enough.

"Hey, how are you."
"****."
"Whys that?" I'm a little shocked.
"Did you go to the beach day yesterday?"
"Yeah, it was awesome."
He takes a swig of his milkshake. "Not for me. I got my wristband cut off and a hundred dollar fine."
"Shiiiiiiit, what for?"
"I was too drunk. I don't remember. Do you want these?" He motions over the rest of his wedges. "I'm full." With that he gets up to leave. I eat the wedges.

We decide to head out to our friends to pick up some bud. It's been five days of sobriety for me and I'm keen to break it in an attempt to invent some warmth in my body. Or at least make me fall asleep through the night for once. Once we get out there, we find out they're all staying in for lunch. Their place is too strict to walk into and they're too paranoid to let us sneak in so we just leave and go to the other leavers town, Busselton.

"Jewish people are a race, a religion and a nationality."
Emma laughs then starts to tell a story. "Once at school I said 'Shut up Jew' to one of my friends. A random girl walked over and said 'You can't say that, it's racist!' I said 'Where too?' and she said 'Uhh, Germany.'" Emma rolls her eyes and the last is said in a duh-you-idiot voice. We all laugh like it's a competition.
"Yo Nemu-"
"Neema!" I've got it wrong 8/10 times at this stage. I always pretend like I knew all along. I didn't.
"Neema;-"
"Nemu Export straight from Blackistan!" At first it's just Jez giggling at his own joke (A chachachachacha) but then I join in (HO HO HO) in a big jolly sarcastic way. It actually is pretty funny though.
"You guys are so racist." A random girl turns around.
"Some of my close friends are Jewish, others are black. We always **** around like this." I explain.
"That doesn't make it ok!"
"You're right, I shouldn't be friends with them. But I figure if I can, why not, I figure they'll rule the world one day."
Jez corrects me: "Actually it will be Asians that rule the world."
"Can you imagine that? A world where a BYO BBQ means taking your pets..." The girl turns back around, mortified.
The girl behind us introduces herself to me. "I'm Kelly."
"Jasper."
"Bella."
"If you two combined, you would be called Belly."
"What?"
"If your name was one name, that name would be Belly."
"Why not Kella?"
"Because I couldn't say 'Is my little belly hungry?' before our romantic dinners."
"Also that just isn't a thing." Jez adds.
"You guys are weird."
"If you think we're weird, stop talking to us.
They do.
 

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In Busselton I try and find a beanie to keep me warm. I eventually find a womens beanie that costs 50 cents. I give the old man behind the counter a dollar and tell him to keep the change. He gives me the head-wear and then a dirty look for free. The next thing I want to find is somewhere I can buy real rolling papers, long ones. I see a group of girls obviously staying near here and ask them:

"Is there a tobacconist in Busselton?"
"You mean Maccas?" These girls are country bumpkins. This one is short, buck-teeth and freckles that make her look dirty, not cute.
"No, a tobacconist."
"A what?" A cute little blond with sparkles on her skin asks. Perfect little pixie.
"Somewhere I can buy tobacco and all related smoking paraphernalia like pipes and papers."
"They only exist in America." An overweight girl steps in front of her flirty friend so she can be a literal ****-block.
"I'm from Albany and live in Perth: trust me, there's a lot them." I explain calmly
"Yeah, will this is Busselton! Why would they have one here!" This bullish chick is enraged.
"Really? I could have sworn it were Amsterdam." I reply as I try and walk past her.
She steps into my path. "Well you couldn't get any anyway because you're not 18, could yah? Idiot."
"I am 18." I'm getting sick of this argumentative fat *****.
"Then you're too ****in' old to be here then aren't yah, toolie!"

I feel like just calling her an idiot and cussing her out in front of her friends. Going on a tirade, a verbal rampage, pouring a frenzy of insults over her head until she cracks and tries to hit me. Then I'd jog off slowly, shouting "Run fattie, run!" I'd let myself be trapped in a corner. She'd approach, snorting and frothing at the mouth like an overworked cow. "Catch me heifer!" I'd say as, with ease honed by parkour, I climb a wall and laugh down at her.

Instead I say "Well, you're just wrong. Get used to that feeling." She nearly does hit me before storming off, a big fat rain cloud dripping in the sun.
"Try the IGA." The blond whispers to me while walking past. The evil lump throws a glare back, a look which says stay back, that boy ain't right. My freckled little friend fears fattie, flees and has her fairy tail between her legs. ****. I would have gone there so hard.

Before I get to the IGA, I kill three flies with one slap. I'm reminded of the tale of the fly-slayer who everyone thought killed giants. What a bad ass. I think the moral had to do with not boasting and having people exaggerate your claims in their own minds. Otherwise I didn't get it at all. I was seven after all.

Inside IGA the elderly woman behind the counter asks to see my I.D. She then shows it to four other members of staff before one of them, exasperated, tells her it obviously isn't a forgery and to go serve me. She is a doting old woman, senile from years of being alone. I imagine her husband died but her religious beliefs never will.

"What can I get for you?"
"A packet of Marlboro reds, 25."
"What brand?"
"Marlboro."
"We don't have that."
I'm shocked. A very generic brand to not carry. "Ok, what do you have?"
"Check the list." She points at a piece of paper behind her. The bottom item on it is Marlboro.
"Um... The bottom ones. Reds."
"Marlboro?"
"Yep, 25 reds."
"What colour?"
"Red."
"We have gold, red and blue."
"Red. I want a 25 pack of Marlboro reds."
"Red."
"Yes. 25 of them."
"How many?"
"25"
"We have 20."
"Ok. 20 is fine."
"Ok." She runs it through the till, still smiling the sickly smile of senility. Her mind is gone, her job should be and I hope to God her license is. "Anything else?"
"A packet of papers."
"What kind of papers?"
"What?"
"Well, there's a lot of kinds of paper. Do you want rolling, do you want wrapping, do you want baking..." she prattles off a list of the kinds of paper I might mean until I stop her.
I'm tempted to say baking, given their future use. Instead I say "I'm at the cigarette counter. I want rolling papers."
She looks around as though to check if I'm telling the truth. She lets out a soft ooh. "Which ones?"
"The biggest packet."

She runs it all through the till for me. It comes to $17.95c. I bought the cigarettes for an underage friend, I don't smoke. On the way out I pass three signs saying not to do this exact thing, it is a crime. In Australia it isn't a crime for a child to smoke, no matter the age. It is however a crime for a child to buy, be sold, given or steal cigarettes. Despite the fact there is no way for a kid to access them without breaking the law; once a minor is smoking the law never intervenes. When I give the guy a pack of papers, he gives me twenty bucks. Jez buys one straight joint for ten. I feel like we should buy more but the friend won't let us; he says he wants to smoke the rest. Irritating considering he promised us seven such joints for $40 earlier that same day. ****ing stoners.

"****ing stoner's."
"You know, no matter how much weed you smoke, you're never a stoner."
"What do you mean?"
"You never talk like a stoner, walk like a stoner or dress like one."
"Probably because stoner's are **** at all three of those things." I hit another fly. "14."

We walk to the bus to get back to our little native community. On the way there I find a fake leavers wristband on the floor. It is made with a piece of orange and red cloth, a barcode from some grocery and someone has written "Leavers" on it in felt-tip pen. The fact that I found it all the way out here implies it actually worked. Impressive.

Waiting for the bus, a derro approaches. "Hey, any you guys want to buy a I-phone?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"None of us want a stolen phone."
"Why not?"
"Are you for real?" I stare at him until he leaves.

We get back to the park that is our gathering point. Before we get there we get some amazing ice-cream, fantastical. Flavours I've never tried are next to flavours I've never heard of are next to four variations of cookies and cream, from Oreo to Butterfinger. At the gathering point Jeremy rolls a joint out of the straight one with some spin, cigarette, citing sleep deprivation as the reason I can't. I go to the bathroom, but I still have the papers. I'm naked so I try to pass them through a crack between Jez's toilet and mine. Instead it falls through, into the wall. Lucky they catch on a ledge about four inches down. It's well out of reach of either of our fingers. He says he'll go to get more. I jump up on the toilet and see they're salvageable.

"Wait!" I exclaim, excited. I pull out a bank card and use it to lever the papers up. I manage to get them two inches up, my movements are jerkier than normal and I nearly fling them down the abyss inside this wall. Jez jumps up and manages to catch the blue packet with the edge of his fingertips; it stands out of the cream coloured inside of the wall and reminds me of babies.
"Dude, hurry!" I get my bank card under the papers and shimmy them towards him. Slowly he gets another finger on them, then another and he starts to try and drag them over the edge. They nearly fall at this point but I'm fast and catch them on my bank card. I lift the card over the him and he takes them back. I jump off the toilet and sit on the toilet. One of the most satisfying ****s of my life follows. When I finish I have to wait for Jez outside, he has finished rolling but only just started ****ting. A girl I've been on dates with comes over to me. She is bland. She shares a name with a cartoon character, or a doll, besides that I know not much about her. Some guy finds her interesting and I know that; she isn't boring. Don't get me wrong. It's just that, ignoring her looks, I don't find her intriguing. She tells me she knows I'm going to get high. She crosses her arms and judges me.

"Alcohol is a poison; they use weed to treat cancer."
"Do you have cancer?"
"Statistically speaking, even if I don't, I probably will before I die." A flies life ends as though to punctuate the point. "21."

We go to the beach and we get high. Emma and Neema join us, they drink and share some with Jez. When the smoke enters my lungs it wakes me up, I feel energized, alert and ready for action. I also feel really ****ing high. This is characterized by an increase to the definition of the world. There are just more details. I can see the waves on the ocean as normal; but now I can tell it's salt water by the way it ripples. I can see those same wave patterns mirrored in the same. I can see salt shining off that too. I can notice the exact point sky becomes sea and sea becomes sky. I see all.

Then we go inside to get ready and I have another shower. It isn't as good as yesterdays, meaning I don't achieve orgasm from the feeling of fresh, warm water this time. I dial the knob back to "You must be crazy man" level cold and shiver like an epileptic.

I get out as Ari's mum is preparing last nights left overs for the girls to eat. One of these girls is drunk to the point Ari's mum can't take it anymore. She locks herself in her room. The other girls try to hush the screaming drunk.
"Ally, shut up!"
"But I want to take the magic cookies to the boys!"
"You can't take the magic cookies to the boys, they'll take your virginity?"
"So? The boys next door are cute."
"Ally, you're not losing your virginity right now. You're too drunk."
I interject; "That's true Ally. If you're this drunk for your first you'll regret it for sure."
She considers this and opens her mouth, but before she gets a single word out Ari starts shoving them down her throat. "Ally, you have to shut the **** up because you've pissed off my mum. You've being rude, loud and disrespectful."

Ally gets a tear in her eye while nodding the whole time. When Ari finishes she runs off into her room, then the bathroom attached because she can't figure out how to shut the door.
 

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"That girl." Ari huffs.
"Are those cookies really magic?"
"No. We couldn't get any weed to put in them."
"Unlucky." We sit around quietly until a drunk guy jumps the fence. Ari's mum comes out just as he leaves, enraged and blaming Ari. Ari tries to defend herself and I try to defend Ari. "She had no idea who he was, he just jumped the fence."

Ari's mum is angry and goes to call management to get him kicked out. On the last night. Harsh. Before she gets the chance, Ari drags him to the door and makes him apologize. "He's a very lucky boy. I had just found the number for management."

We go to catch the bus and it is the first one without any chanting on it. No "Tits out for the boys." No "We want some *****." IT's as though everyone on this bus is actually mature. We have legitimate conversations about real-life. Neema has bought some no-doz and I pop two at this stage. I save two more for later. A girl I know from Perth holds eye-contact with me for miles of the drive. She tells Emma she thinks I'm hot. When we get off the bus I try and put my arm around her, but she shrugs it off and walks away. I'm left scratching my head in the dirt. Women.

We get there early because we have all decided to go on some rides while there isn't any lines. The whole zone thing is kind of like a music festival, with rides, bands and a dj, except instead of music the focus is ****ty hook ups. This quality is reflected by the music for the most part. The rides are actually pretty good though. We go on something called the Orbiter first; which is a large mechanical body protruding five limbs, each of which has two rotating carriages each holding two people. The limbs spin through the air while the torso twists you around and the carriages revolve, flipping from time to time. I keep riding this ride until I sit next to a girl who gets sick. The instant the ride stops I jump clear, just as she starts vomitting. I'm incredibly dizzy and just catch myself on a step, the momentum is too great and jump the guard rail. I land in a big cloud of dust and make a clean getaway.

Next, the girls and I go wait in line for something without a memorable or accurate name. It was essentially a ferris wheel on steroids. In the line two different girls kiss me, both of them cheer out a number afterwards and I roll my eyes at their child-like pride in hooking up.

"Look mah, no hands!"

They both kiss like they're bobbing for apples.

Issy from Dome waits at the start of the ride for us to catch up. When we get there we ask her if we can stay and she starts a text correspondence with her mum. Her mum says no. I'm very grateful anyway and let her know that.

On the ride, I let go and become a rag-doll. The girl next to me lets me hold her hand because I tell her I'm scared. She has big breasts and an even bigger heart apparently. I start cracking wise and everyone who can hear over the roar of rushing wind laughs. Next, I put my hand through her harness and start playing with her boobs. It's too awkward through the pads so I stop.

Emma and Neema complain about being out of no-doz so I give them my spare ones. They gobble them down gleefully and run off immediately. They don't say thank you.

I walk off to get some water and leave friends in my wake. I find a girl I met on the beach the very first day. Orphelia. She has large boobs and is good looking, not great mind, not up to usual standard. Just good. But tits like those need to be felt so I kiss her just so I can. I have some lame line but I forget it as I'm saying it. She likes it and my kiss, she tries to drag me in by the hair again and again. Eventually I get bored of it and tell her I'm leaving to find my friends. She says "Cool, I'll come with you." So on the way past I grab one of the Jewish girls.

"Hey!" Her name is Danni and she is possibly the nicest of them all. This is singing solid praise, because they are all so sincerely good people. We hug and she wants to come find her friends too. I put my other arm around her and we walk off together. Fifteen minutes fly buy and none of us can find anyone. Instead, we decide to go on a ride. We both convince Danni to get on, even tough she is scared. She eventually chickens out at the last minute. I hug her goodbye as she rushes off. She promises to wait for us at the bottom. Jez jumps the line and replaces her.

"Hey! Back of the line!"
"Our friend was just saving a spot for him. That's her, leaving now. Is that ok?"
"Danni sees me point and waves."
"Ok then... We're not supposed to let you, but I will this time."
I bet he does every time. "Thanks."
"Quick thinking dude. At this rate, I'll never have to wait in line!" So far Jez actually hasn't. He keeps leaving to go to the toilet while we save his spot, then coming back at just the right moment to be at the front but not so far forward as to be caught. Smooth.
 

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Then the event horizon arrives.

This experience is more typical of a drug trip than anything else I've ever encountered. It doesn't feel normal, I don't feel human during it. The no-doz wear off and suddenly I'm utterly tired. I feel wonky. Everything is off-centre, out of kilter and without context. I see girls running past, I blink, then they're walking in the opposite direction. I hear a baby crying and turn to see two police officers laughing while a girl poses for a picture with them.

I walk over, thinking to ask for help. Then I realize: What will I say? "Excuse me officer, I am for the most part sober, but suffering severe sleep deprivation and at present a rather bizarre confusion of the senses?" I smarten up and walk off.

I bump into an old friend from Perth, a rat, good with girls, bad with loyalty. He is fuming mad. He wants to fight a guy. While he explains his reason I strain to hear but I can't, it sounds like I'm underwater. I see his lips move but I can't decipher them. My eyes drift shut and I open them when my chin slams into my chest. I see an I-phone case on the ground and, disregarding the continuing conversation, walk off. I ask the same officers where the lost property is. They smile kindly and point to it. It is less than ten metres away. I can see a big, painted, fluoro sign spelling "lost and found". I sway over as the letter swirl, they become one big colour that represents all colour. Staring up I bump into the van and feel my way up to the window.

"I have this." I place the cover on the table in front of them.
"Thank you."
"That's all?"
"That's all."

I feel weirdly ecstatic with this knowledge. I nearly cry with joy. That's all I needed to do!

I try and find Jez. I'm not holding together very well at all. I close my eyes and when I open them there is something big and black so close to my face I can hear it breathe. It is of a somewhat clownlike appearance, if I clown came here from a funeral. I jump backwards and skid in the dust. There is nothing in front of me but open space. People look at me funny but I'm so far past caring by now.

Issy finds me like this. "Hey Jasper."
"Issy." It feels like there is cotton wool filling up my mouth to a choking level. I gag a little, on my own saliva.
"I'm just about to leave."
"Enjoy you're bed." I try to sound funny but I can't. Or at least, I don't think I can. Maybe I do but in a different way, an unintentional one.
"Listen, I know I said you guys couldn't come over and I didn't want to say this in front of the rest of you, but mum said I could have one person over." She looks into my eyes expectantly.
I know to let her down softly. "Sorry but I won't abandon my friends. You don't know how much it means to me that you offered though." I hug her tight and leave in flash, hot tears are stinging my eyelids.

"Jez!" I'm only a foot behind him but I can't get my voice loud enough. I half-jog half-stumble in front of him. "We need to go. We need to go man."
"Why, there's still like an hour left?"
"I can't stay awake for an hour. I'm crashing I'm crashing hard."
"Ok, let's go find the girls." We quickly do, most people have left by now.
"Guys, I need to go."
Neema replies. "Ok, let's go."
"No! I'm waiting for Naomi!" Emma yells.
"Whose Naomi?" Jez asks.
"My friend!" Emma screams back. She is being very rude.
"When is she leaving?"
"At one." It's twelve.
"I'm not going to last until one guys. You can either leave with me or without me. I don't care. I am leaving now."

The next thing I know I'm not outside but in a dance tent, falling against people. Jez is next to me, catching me. I fade in and out. Black fills my vision. Blonde. Black. Blonde. Black. A black girl. She puts her hand... "**** OFF!" Someone yells it right in my ear. She runs off. "Who the **** yelled that?"
"That was you dude. You're really not feeling good hey?"
"Obviously not. She was hot." I'm really confused and keep having the strongest urge to curl up into the fetal position. The only way I can prevent this is by giving in to the compulsion to laugh maniacally from time to time. Once I do, I feel a slight jolt of energy. It's very noticable. It runs through my veins and the cells it touches sting, being forced to function for all their exhaustion. Cellular respiration is the foundation of our organism, mine is becoming strained.

There is a constant ache to being this tired, not in your bones like bone weary would suggest. It's mostly in the mind. It hurts to think. It hurts to try and figure out where you are. I forget regularly and force myself to recount my last few days despite the pain. "I went on leavers. I'm staying in Dunsborough. I'm not there. It's night time. It is the last night of the zone. I am at the zone." Each time I have to recall a little bit further until eventually I can't see the end anymore and I just give up on it. Jez finds me again, somehow I wormed out of his watchful gaze. "Let's find the girls man. You can't be here any longer." I nod.

We see them in the exact same spot. "We need to go guys." Jez tells them.
"NO! I'm waiting for Naomi."
"Naomi doesn't even catch our bus Emma." Neema tries to soothe her.
"I don't care, I need to see her."
"Look, Jasper isn't doing well either. If he doesn't get to sleep soon he's going to collapse."
"I don't care. You can all leave. I'm waiting."
"Ok." I turn and start to walk away.
"Where are you going man?" Jez asks me.
"If they're not following us then we're leaving them behind."
"We can't do that. They need us to stay safe."
"No you can't do that. I need to keep myself safe. I need to pass out somewhere safe." By the time I get to gate they're all follwoing me out it. The zones volunteers have all lined up around the exit and hi-five us as we walk through. I close my eyes and use the hands to guide me forward. I nearly trip over when I run out of hands, but one of them catches me. She has the most amazing green eyes. I put my hand in her hair.

"You're so beautiful." She is taken completely off guard but doesn't let go of me. Instead she walks me towards the buses.
"Which one is yours."
"Home."
"Where is home."
I struggle for words but come up with only blanks. "Here, I'll take him." Jez's arm is around me and now the angel relinquishes me to his care. I wave goodbye and yell just the word pretty. She blows a kiss and I hear only the word "Safe" from what she says.
"That chick was really sweet." I can only nod.

On the bus a girl sits down next to me. She invites me to her place. I pass out and sleep on her breasts. Before I'm under, I feel tears rolling down my cheeks. I hear snippits of Jez explaining to the girl how sleep deprived I am. I come to with her and Jez both shaking me. I'm crying completely.

"Sorry I can't come home with you. I'd bang the **** out of you, but I feel like I'd just pass out right now."
"You definitely would." Accurate assessment Jez.
"That's ok." She kisses me and I taste the saltiness of my tears on her lips. She walks off. I admire the shake of her booty.
"Are you ok man?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's my face crying. Not me." He helps me up and as soon as I'm no longer sitting, the flow stops. He helps me off the bus.
"Aw, you've got a little chin wobble!" Jez scratches my chin.

We walk to the park and I feel like I'm humming but it turns out I'm not. I'm talking. I don't know what about but now Jeremy is telling me about his last year in school. I listen, rapt, wanting to listen to nothing else in the world.
 

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At the park Jez says he'll have to jump the fence because I'm too tired for parkour. I agree and sit with the girls. Emma is just as bad off as me. She starts trying to get violent. She tells Neema to **** off. Neema tries to put a blanket on her.

"You're a stupid ***** and I'm never going to talk to you again, I swear!"

Neema becomes incredibly upset and walks off to cry. The next thing I know I'm hurtling full speed at the fence and jump it before Jez has even started to climb.

"What the **** dude, that was so risky."
"I'm in the risky business."

I pass him over our stuff but find it nearly impossible to muster the strength to climb back over. There isn't enough space for a run up. I end up moving a chair to the fence and nearly flopping over it. I catch myself on the other side with my elbows, I collect a couple of small cuts on my forearm. This joins the series of slices all around my arms, from sources unknown.

Emma can't move yet and no one is willing to sleep on the beach. I tell Jez the best place is a school. I explain it by repeating the word safe in different tones. The idea I'm trying to pass across is that I slept there when I was homeless but I can't. I give up and throw my blanket on some woodchips.

"Please don't go to sleep man. I can't deal with this on my own."
"I'm not."
"You are..."
"I promise I won't." I don't. I lay there at the very border of a complete coma without slipping into one.

Finally, Emma is ready to move. Neema whispers to me; "She took some pill from this dodgy guy. We don't know what it was. He said it was ecstasy." Judging by her, it was most likely fantasy. GHB is a date-rape drug which has some effects similar to Ecstasy. They all collect their things. They have to pack. I've already done so. I walk around the park to try and keep my eyes open.

But as I walk my eyes slip closed and colours flash behind the lids. I see rainbow fish swim in and out of my pool of vision, they morph and become bovine. Geat bulls horns grow out of the corners of my eyes then shift and become trees, whose leaves flash scarlet, drop and pool like blood. It rises and fills up the space until I can see only red. It becomes a brighter and brighter shade, which at some point is joined by a keening noise whose pitches rises in unison with it.

The next thing I know I think I'm being attacked, something is pushing me, I jump up and push it back it one motion then send a kick soaring through the air at head height to catch any others. The ****ers, sneaking up on me while I sleep...

Jez laughs. "Miles away dude."
"Oh." He is about two metres away. He has not attempted to charge me the way my imagined attackers did. "Let's go."

I put my bag back on and it feels heavier than ever. It's lighter than ever. I'm wearing most the clothes and eaten nearly all the food. I walk in a zig-zag until Neema puts an arm around me. She talks about how worried she is. For Emma. For me as well. She hopes we're safe. She admits she broke down. She admits her insecurities. She tells me where she wants to go in life. I listen as hard as I can, but I'm distracted by the horse hooves following us. The police. It isn't hard to spot as us vagrant leavers. They'll arrest us for sure.

I spin around and no one is there. Just the night. As I start walking again I hear the sound. It's coming from my feets. Clip-clop, clip-cop, clip-clop. I giggle at my own private drama. A big group of derros is ahead of us. I think we have to fight them. I settle into that fact with grim determination.

"Good evening!" My bubbliness surprises everyone. I didn't know I had it in me. The derros look especially put off and give us wide berth.
"Dude, you looked really ****ing crazy just then."
"I feel really ****ing crazy right now."

We keep walking. We're headed for a park on the coast. When we get there it isn't suitable so we keep walking. This happens three more times until finally I can't take it anymore. We're walking along the beach now and the possibilities keep getting worse. "Let's turn back and go to one of the other sleeping spots."
"We might find a better one up here."
"I'm more likely to drop first. You wouldn't be able to move me." Without another word we all turn.

A guy comes sprinting out of the trees at us full pace. He isn't wearing a shirt and his chest glistens with sweat. Everyone else freezes but I keep walking towards him, assuming him to be some sort of spiritual vision. He runs right past me and off into the bush again.

"I wonder what he was running from." I hear Jez saying behind me.
"So he was real?" Unanimous confirmation. "Oh."

We settle under some trees and lay out blankets and sleeping bags. We figure a better configuration than ever before. I roll a joint before we pass out, so that I can really go under and hopefully sleep in. It is nearly 3am and I finish it before the time has even changed.

"Nice roll."


Sleep count: 12 hours
 
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