The Essential Goodness of Humanity
Walking home under this afternoon’s blanched grey sky, I followed two jaunty drunks from parking meter to parking meter, their pockets jangling with coins extracted with some sort of wire contraption. Outside the AMWU office on Elizabeth Street, a union lackey sat with his feet up on a collapsible table, bottle of VB in one hand, smiling. As we passed, he offered his wares to the drunks—one donut for a dollar, or a box of four for three. One paused thoughtfully, fishing easily for the requisite coins, while the other stood at the adjacent parking meter, beaming, extracting more. Next door, bent over a concrete landing overlooking the footpath, stood two fat young parking inspectors, each intently gazing at a mobile phone. As I looked up, they looked down with the eyes of the trapped.
December 3rd, 2005 at 7:14 pm
please provide more information regarding stated “wire contraption” my method involves a 4WD or another sturdy vehicle suitably equiped with a large steel structure attached to the forward part of the vehicle a kitchen knife and a lighter… we are also drunks
celebrating the end of the world
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