goddamn
proving my theory that whenever i find money on the ground, it’s sure to be a bad omen, shortly after pocketing a $5 note this afternoon, i copped a $200 fine at parra station. having missed my train because of the undercover transit douchebag, i wasn’t going to hang around for half an hour waiting for the next one. walked up to the commercial, grabbed myself a bundy ‘n’ coke, put 40 odd dollars in a pokie, and pulled out $150 bucks. in short, this afternoon was more of a punch in the nose, than a solid kick to the nuts.
