*dug this up while exchanging blogs and thoughts and life with Liz. thought it be interesting to share.
Oct. 23rd, 2005 | 05:30 pm

Stacey runs around, barely, remeniscent of a headless chook. The onethirty rush is beginning to make it’s presence felt, the lifeless office scum coming out of their hiding holes, waiting impatiently for their cafeine fix... others stand outside, acting cool, hiding behind cigarettes, their habbit dwindling into an addiction. Now Stacey’s outside wiping down tables, her cloth is shabby, but still effective in erasing the evidence of the teeny-boppers that adorned these sidewalk chairs earlier. They thought that maybe if they were seen wearing aviator sunnies, whilst holding a medium takeaway cup filled to the brim with iced-coffee, that maybe, just maybe, Julian would notice them. But they don’t even like iced-coffee. They were more of mum-made-strawberry-nesquik-kind-of-people. And Julian doesn’t even flinch for these teeny-boppers. Not when at the age of 18, his bed hair, wornout chuck’s, girl jeans and vintage teeshirts make him attractive to his mum’s friends. Julian’s a regular here. He get’s his daily latte’ take awayed on his way to Brayden’s for band rehearsal.

Still, the smokey haze surrounds this buzzing café as Stacey helplessly tries to satisfy all the white-collars. The air reeks of sexual tension. George works upstairs as a male receptionist. Actually he prefers the name Mr LeWinn. He makes Stacey call him Mr LeWinn as he artistically paints pictures in the air with his fingers, pointing out all sorts of muffins, cakes and exotic biscuits along the way. He knows what they all are, what they all taste like, even how much he'll get charged, because he too is here everyday. Because he likes Stacey. Stacey doesn’t know that George LeWinn deals drugs up the road, and that it’s the drug money that paid for his Gucci suit. She did fuck him for money once though. But Mr LeWinn loves her. But he doesn’t know that Stacey secretly loves the man in line behind him, Brad. Brad doesn’t know much about anything. He’d wants to bone Carly, who's bending over infront of everyone, as she fills up the fridge with milk, her pink brazilian knickers showing. But Brad's fucked Stacey aswell. Apparantly he was the best fuck of her life. She now refers to it as the time 'they made love'.

Julian walks passed the shop. He glances inside. He's fucked Stacey too. But Stacey didn't enjoy it. Julian isn't as great as his coolness suggests.

I know all this coz I quietly sit here. Nobody notices my Asics Tigers or my $65 haircut. But I don’t mind. Aslong as these headphones stay wrapped to my head, my fingers keep typing away on my laptop, and nobody queries my hogging of the comfy couch, I’m all smiles. Besides, Mr LeWinn has AIDS. He just passed the HIV to Stacey who just passed it on to Brad and Julian. Carly's unsuspecting, but working with Stacey has corrputed her. She's only 16. Brad's got her wrapped around his finger. Maybe tomorrow she would have joined the club. Julian's passed it on to ALL the teeny-bopper's mother's friends.

I need more coffee.