almost time to leave work, then i run on down to the station, which is fulled with bergies (bergies are hobo's and street kids)- i was once slapped in the face by a 10 year old kid for a ciggarette i was smoking. so now when i walk there i dont smoke, eat or drink anything. bag tucked under the arm, chin up, walking fearless. even though i get a little chicken when im passed by a croud of roudy bergies, fighting with eachother.
funniest thing i saw yesterday while waiting for my bus, these two bergies were fighting over a trolley. one shoving , one pushing. the wind was very strong yesterday and you could see these bergies where so drunk from papsak (cheap wine in a packet from those boxes) - the wind is pushing them around and i couldnt help but lol ! then a police officer popped up behind them and simply moved the trolley out the way of the traffic towards the shopping centre where it was taken from. the bergies didnt even notice him. when they noticed their treasure was gone, you shouldve seen their big red eyes bulge out of their sockets and their toothless mouths gape wide open. then they started to fight again about who wasnt watching the trolley properly. ' NIE MAN - YOUR POES" (something i dont want to translate)
after my hour long bus ride i catch a taxi home, then aaaaaah.... i walk in and hopefully tonight me and B will go out and celebrate bcos he just got a promotion today! am sooooo happy. now we can get a better car and a better apartment- oh yeah! IM COMING UP...I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW, HOW TO LET IT SHOW.....couldnt resist.
