Queen of the Narcs

The worst thing about not having any real friends within >300km, is that when your mother decides to start an argument after an actually quite reasonable day, and tells you to go to hell, there isn’t actually anywhere to go.

Being so broke, and thus with no alternative accomodation options, this tends to suck a whole lot of nuts.

The answer of course, is alcohol.

I hate that all these posts are so negative and melodromatic, but if anything great actually happened then I assure you I’d write about that.

I briefly considered just throwing my stuff in my unregistered/uninsured car and leaving tonight while she’s at a double screening at the National Film and Sound Archives. However I then realised that with only $20 left, I wouldn’t make it very far. Could probably get to Sydney, but then I’d be broke in Sydney with no direction.

So I’m putting a call out,  for those of you that do own legitimate modes of transport than can carry me, the decks, and a few clothes. I need out. I’m sure everyone is probably too busy managing their own lives, but if someone wants to drive all the way out here and rescue me I’ll reimburse the costs and then some. I figure selling my car in the meantime and continuing work will cover this.

I just can’t wait until I can afford to get my license, register my car, and do it myself. The situation is getting too cancerous to stand much longer. I could just sell most of my shit and hop on a plane and start over…. but I don’t want to abandon my turntables just yet, despite my lack of practice and therefore improving skill.

Let the drinking begin.

~ by djmeoww on October 3, 2009.