Here I am at Rosa's house in Area 9.
Rosa told me to fuck off last nigjht.
I told her to fuck off today.
We made love over Ali's Fish and Chips.
Hmmmmm, Enak, said Rosa, who was licking her lips.
I've kind of moved back.
Eric, pay your rent one month in advance, and Jane, his wife, pay your eletricity bill every two weeks before the Western Power bill comes in every quarter, are fucking me over.
I told Rosa they are like those clowns at the Fair Ground, which swivel with open mouths.
'Throw some coins into their mouths,' says Rosa, who as a child in Kuala Lumpur loved nothing better than throwing shot putts at them, 'until the the cheap fibre glass the clown was made from broke up into a thousand pieces.
The Laughing Clown has always been the favourite attraction of the Fair, after the ghost train.
And the go carts.
Now throw the money in the mouth of the laughing clown.
They catch it every time, I tell Rosa.
'So long as I have continue throwing money in the Laughing Clown's mouth, they will let me stay.'
'Mmm,' says Rosa, 'better stay here and don't stay there, that Eric is a fucking cheating crook.'
Eric the dog has already called me.
Must be worried I'm not going to pay the electrical bill.
It was only $147 this fortnight.
It's going up every week.
Eric is the thug in the relationship.
And Jane loves money.
She only wants to be paid one month in advance.
Not in any bank accounts.
'It has to be cash.'
'They are clever, they want cash so no one can find out.'
That's right, absolutely right.
