The Hood

Another day without the journal in play not good; too much rush and scamper. The next three months will be a difficult period to negotiate. Five point nine years of single focus on the pages was as good as it gets; pay back time now. Without a watch or phone even hours are guesswork, a customer at Bo Viet Veg. & Vegan in Irving Street Footscray obliged with half three. (Light lunches and sometimes skipped thus far in this topsy-turvy time re-adjusting.) By the way, did this waiter recommend the goi cuon rice paper rolls because of the fantasy hard rock verisimilitude perchance? Certainly a fine butterfly there fluttering, gleaming and glittering beside the table. Bouncing on his pins. Golly, at this ripe old age a stick still required, blush for shame! (The chief frenemy/antagonist/senior writer in dear old Sing will be rolling his eyes at this juncture. Gabby, you must credit the truth. We honourable soldiers are sworn to the banner willy-nilly.) Eight bucks pretty steep, though indeed they do be chockfull of carrot, bean shoots &etc. Good chomping fare. The overlapping mock pork sausage slices  the rice paper carries rather off-putting. Tan coloured in a tone too too close to home don't wanna think about it. Chappie will be rounding back shortly asking if there was appetite for anything more.... bubble, wobble, hot foot dancing. Uncertain whether there's a peep-hole behind watching this wide gobbling. On a fine marquee autumn afternoon the old Footers street not living up to the hype. Hipsters, skateboarders, dog walkers wherefore art thou mateys? Grungers have shipped out and not a single solitary sign of one user. (By reports the latter trade has moved exclusively to Richmond.)  For these engorged dildos the plenty spicy sauce that the lad warned about is the usual piece of cake, water off a duck's back for an Eastern Euro; tea damn fine when you're thirsty. Central African Republic banner at the entry to Nicholson Street Mall (car-less precinct; not the other kinda mall) a fair representation of the quarter, at least that particular strip. Sad to see the evidence of the fire at Saigon Market that took a number of homeless on the night. Search coming days for the right Viet to ask after Le Van Thai. (One continues to think pre-Google.) The old painter would not be drinking at The Royal any more that's for sure - minor untutored jazzing as far as one can see from the street. Bo V. tables scaled for midgets/dwarfs what is the current terminology here? Good deal of muscle tone through the  window again in evidence; the default devotion, both genders. Far less of it on the equator where the other focus took such precedence. Shapely Viet tight jeans opposite a fine show in her passage along the footpath recently washed sleek curtain of hair like the Sunsilk and Revlon TV advertisements used to feature tossing and turning for the camera. Perhaps this boy isn't game to slip his number, too many customers crib his style. New pot of tea when the other had gone cold he thought. Can't have that. Let me.... On the equator both girls and boys yellow, brown and brindle felt blest scoring the White guy. Measuring stick for the post-colonial fretwork.