Trying to live harmoniously with rednecks
Trip Start Sep 09, 2004
394Trip End Ongoing
Current temp: early forties, approaching fifties (°C).
It's been a bit of a game trying to convey what it's actually like to live here. I think I mentioned after only a couple of weeks of my arrival just how quickly it became clear that I was surrounded by idiots. But when there's so many examples of day-to-day madness (especially as most days around here often blur into one) it's difficult to portray just quite what it's like.
As the general lunacy has been so consistent (and so constant) it's easy to look beyond the immediate mess in order to see a more palatable truth - a kind of deliberate state of denial if you like, one that's infinitely more comfortable. That way you can go about your business without getting too distracted by all the trivial mindlessness. Which is why lately I haven't been particularly fazed with people like:
- 'the neighbour', who with a sudden rush of life jumped over the fence and started throwing pepper in the eyes of playing children before telling a startled and highly outraged mother to 'get f**ked!'
- 'the aboriginal woman', who in the click of a finger jumped up from a bench outside a shop and started hammering her fist into the face of her bewildered man, deliriously, like a crazed animal. If his face wasn't there you'd have thought she was banging uncontrollably on an unanswered door. Yet she made it look perfectly perfectly natural. It was interesting to see the street populated immediately by whites who spilled out of shop doorways to watch with folded arms as she dragged him around the pavement by his thick matted hair. The noise that accompanied the commotion was.. how d'you say... a bit disturbing.
But it was the other night that brought the final straw. I went for a beer with big Greg and watched a guy get a proper hiding, materialised right out of nowhere. Actually the poor bastard fell at my feet, right by the stool I was sitting on and within seconds the whole place erupted in pandemonium. It was all so immediate. All we could do was sit there and shut up as this gangly bearded fella in dirty overalls came over and began breaking his face up carefully and meticulously with his steel toe-caps. Right on cue the juke box got turned off and every one of us in the room got to hear that lovely dull connection of steel on bone, a good five or six clean breaks to his ever so delicate skull. What made it more insane was that above the table-line, you could see that the guy dishing out the punishment was thoughtful enough to keep the pint he was holding upright the whole time he put the boot in, all leisurely like as if he was eating a sandwich in front of the telly. After the final foot went in he began jumping up and down on the guys head while he screamed like a mad thing. This went on of course and it wasn't long before a few more neanderthals got involved and finished the whole messy job. Minutes later the jukebox was resumed, balls started clinking together on the pool table and the joviality started up once more. If you'd have just walked in you wouldn't have suspected a thing. This is the sort of shit that goes on.
I think I've seen too much to keep hanging around to be honest. It's time. And I don't think I've been more ready to leave a place..