Tales from the Dub Gee, YEAH BOIII

MORNING peeeooopppllleeee, and how are you? and hope your having a grande day

The topic of today is the place i live.

If you didnt already know (which means you dont know my true identity) I live in a small town outside of Sydney. The place is called **l**n*o** and its not actually a town, its more of a town that disguises itself as a city. Its actually not that far from the city (bout 50min drive/1hr 15 train) but wen you tell people from the city that you live there, people think its further away from there than Mexico. Anyways whats the town like? well ill turn your attention over to Lou Reed and John Cale to inform you...

So yeah, i hope that song was informing and motivational. Anyways what separates this small town from any other small town? NOTHING except for 1 substantial and crucial factor. Small towns are usually associated with predominantly white redneck hics. **l**n*o** is full of all different types of cultures and and paths of life. This is a positive for the town, but one must realise when journeying into this town even though there are all these different people, they still have redneck hic veiws and maintalities of life. Ethnic groups are always fighting over dumb shit and there parents are always tlaking about how good life is and was back at their home countries and how bad this country is. Get an effn grip, the only reason its shit out here and better over there is because every1 over there shares the same thoughts and values and here every1 thinks they are better than any1 else. And yeah, id also like to note that this maintality doesnt apply to all people, just the vast majority

To illustrate my point id like to give you a few short anecdotes from my life:

• When i came here from Saudi (used to live there) people said i should change my first name to George
• I was a social outcast from my primary school cos i thought the Baha Men were lame
• I was a social outcast from my high school cos i thought Limp Bizkit were worse than the Baha Men
• I was the only known and recognized person that was not from Anglo Saxon decent in my first high school year and after the events of 9/11 i thought id better get the eff out seeing tho my name was obviously muslim ( ie i got told to go back to Afghanistan by some older kid who singled me out, i thought id better not inform him that id never been there)
  
• Moved into a second high school were all the racial group hung only to themselves (ie Turkey Corner) and i didnt really fit in a category
• A Serbian kid informed me to the 'positive sides of beating your wife'
• A kebab shop guy informed me that there was gona be a huge fight at Cronulla the next day, we thought he was full of shit. he sure proved us wrong
• we got started on by a group of 40yr old men on Australia day (post-Cronulla) as we were walkin into an ice creamery
  

**l**n*o** is not all that bad tho, is got sum killer beaches. I mean i hate goin bondi n cronulla n stuff compared to **l**n*o**. You wana know why? **l**n*o** beach is practically deserted (the place we go, that is) except for in summertime, when topless uni students come... not that i look, but if thats ur thing then come on down!

Anyway last saturday nite, the 3rd, i went out to my gf/friends/bf 18th bday. He is Greeek so party was at the Greek church.He is a good kid and the place being such a small town meant that i actually a fair amount of people who were going. Free drinks, free food, what more can i say? There were a few unwanted guests who came in n tried to cause trouble, but they got kikd to the curb so that ended up alright. Anyways, about parties, you know when is that special time when ur supposed to leave and end the note on a positive? Me n my significant other did that. After we left, one of his relatives, as in older relatives, got her purse stolen wih apparently $6K inside it.. all the girls got depressed and started crying and all the guys got pumped and ready to haul ass. Good thing we left at the right time!

As we were walking out tho, the wierdest thing happend. I used to be friends with this dude n close friends mite i add. Everythin was goin sweet til he started doggin me to hang round one of my ex's. I didnt mind that, but wat started to happen is he started to lie to me about it, and lie about it constantly. This wasnt that cool n e more. I confronted him bout it, then he started to lie mroe and blame my current significant other. Then we never spoke again. Anyways after we left this party, we walked to a cross section and saw all these police and ambulances. As we came closer we realised what had happend and it came as a shock... My ex friend thing... had ... hit.. two pedestrians.. with his car. It was another LEFT Hand of HATE or RIGHT Hand of LOVE moment. I chose the right hand of love and ask if he was alright, luckily the cops had been nice and let him off with a fine and loss of license, he was facing alot more.TALK ABOUT AN EFFN COINCIDENCE as in walking out at the right time

This situation and situations like this can only be occur in a small town and i hope i have informed you to what the **l**n*o** is like, and that is the TRUTH, RUTH!