Something out of our minds.
It's a very cold night, the kind of cold that makes you shiver and teeth chatter. Bring a heavy coat and let's go for a walk around the neighbourhood. We could walk to my primary school, take the shortcut through the notorious Kealba high school that I was afraid to take as a kid. We can explore St. Paul's Primary School and I'll let you stories of my childhood. I can show you my old class rooms and where we used to play tiggy. I'll show you how I fell over on these wooden benches and cut my lip open.
Let's go for a joy ride into the city. We can take the west gate freeway because the scenic views are better. Make sure you're not doing past 60 on the gate, there are cameras. I'll skip through the music on my iPod because I'm sick of all my songs. You'll probably plug your phone in because you're also sick of mine. We'll cruise around at Docklands where we will eventually park on a one way street. Let's get out of the car to laugh at the cow stuck in the tree. What does it mean?? It's midnight but the night is still young.
You don't like to gamble but the full moon makes you believe lady luck is by your side. I tell you she never left. And if I did, you would be fine making your own luck. We won't worry about the expensive Crown Casino parking fees, tonight we'll win it back on roulette. I finally get my chance to put down $100 on red. In seconds I loose it all. My hard earned cash. But it doesnt matter because tonight is a full moon. I shrug it off as quickly as I laid it down.
Outside on south bank is the same freezing weather in Kealba. It's probably worse with the Yarra River. We decide to rent some bikes and cycle around Melbourne. We dont have helmets but no one will care at 1am on a Thursday night. I cycle in a zig zag because I am in no rush or have a sense of direction. I tell you of how my dad taught me to ride my bike. Everytime I fell off I would bleed and cry. Papa would sit me on his knee and tell me when he was young, he used to cry when he fell off his bike, but he still got up to try again. That story stopped my tears and I would ride again. I tell you that my dad was probably making it up because back then, he was so poor he probably didnt own a bike.
You see me hide a tear that dropped from my eye. You know that I have dad issues and most girls who have more guy friends do. You know to change the subject.
We cycle on St. Kilda road down to the War Memorial to watch the eternal flame burn. It helps to keep us warm. You tell me stories about your family and the naughty things your brother used to do, how he would bully you and take advantage of you. You say your dad left your mum when you were still young and how difficult it was to cope, but thats a touchy subject so you leave it at that.
We reach a playground, the same playground me and phuong discovered on the eve of my 22nd birthday. Bark Park. There's a large round swing, large enough to have two grown ups lie next to each other in snuggle position. That's perfect. Lucky for our heavy jackets, they transform into blankets. I shove my face in your neck bcoz its warm like that. I can smell you.
The stars aren't so bright here in the city. What a shame. Although, its good otherwise this wouldve been one corny moment. We both don't do corny. We're gangstas, tough as stone. A brick wall. We cycle together, we die together. You know the meaning of GABOS. I tell you about the play I did with Phuong and Sharonne for English class in year 8, we acted out the death scene of Bonnie and Clyde, complete with blood stained shirts, fake money and bags with dollar signs on them.
You think I'm funny. I see the appreciation when you hug me closer. We're getting too comfy here under these blankets, we have just enough energy to ride to the car.
This time I'll drive. I suggest we stop by Maccas because a late night is not complete without 20 McChicken nuggets, 2 mcchicken burgers, 2 medium fries and 2 milk shakes. They make us park in the waiting bay because they cook all our food fresh. We stuff our faces with food. I am happy.
We're pulling into yours. Home sweet home after an adventurous night out. No one knew who we were or where we went and what we did. We were the nocturnal animals who get up to mischief when humans sleep. No one to bother us. The world was ours for the moment.
The sun is coming up and people start to wake for the last working day of the week. We do things differently. We're climbing into bed, under the covers. Your bed's not as comfy as mine but at least it has you in it. We fall asleep with matching smiles on our faces. We are happy.
Now if you would be so kind to step aside
I was talking to the person behind you.
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