As I stood in line at the centrelink, thinking up reasons why I
can't work, a sweet smell drifted past my pig like nostrils. It was
a mixture of weed, sweat and lynx Africa!
I turned and there he was Dwayne, with his pants halfway down his
arse, our eyes met and even though he only had one tattoo I yearned
for him to fill the lonely hours between Dr Phil and Days of Our
Lives.
As he approached me with his pasty white arms hanging out of
a Nike vest, his smile told me it was dole day, and I knew my velour
track suit would be hanging off the lampshade tonight.
But we couldn't wait for the night...oh my...he was soon lifting me
onto the wheelie bins behind Woolies. He had already tied his staffy
to a post in an alleyway so we would not be disturbed. There was a
tramp watching but it did not bother us, just added to the mystery.
I knew then that this was love and my life would never be the same
again.
I made a promise to him there and then that I would buy him a
plasma with the baby bonus.
