Rosa called me today.
'Are you coming to see me today?'
You got prayer night, remember.
She never remembers.
'Nick hasn't called me.'
Who is Nick.
He's the guy from Penang, she says.
So she does remember.
I told her I was in extreme pain last night.
I woke up at two in the afternoon.
The piles were really playing up.
I only took one pill today, I told her.
She knows what pill I'm talking about.
Or maybe she doesn't.
I bought some new pills, I told her.
She is now confused.
And I'm concerned either Eric, or Jane are listening in to our conversation.
Off my fucking tree yesterday.
Three duromine tablets.
Fucking off my tree.
Did the caffeine supplements kick it in tenfold.
Not sure, will find out today.
I was telling Rosa about the attack of the piles at The Spud Shed.
A big African mama was buying everything but the kitchen sink.
And I was muttering under my breath, fuck fuck, and doing a jiggle kind of dance.
Fuck fuck.
I had a bag inspection.
The African mamma didn't know how to take me.
She's used to racist white guys, I guess.
'If only she really knew,' said Rosa.
That I had hemorrhoids and I'm still taking diet pills.
'More like abusing them.'
Rosa would never openly say that but I'm sure she thinks it.
'13' Lives and 'Presh red' might help in the transition from being on diet pills to not being on them.
I only took one phentermine tablet today.
Given it was a 40 mg.
I'm not racing.
Been dealing with Jane and Eric most of the afternoon.
Eric can't wait to boot me out.
Jane needs the money.
Another big electricity bill.
'I'll also give you the $50 for the bike.'
Respect the paymaster.
'I see your outside light on all hours of the day and at 5 am in the morning.'
Did he mention something about junk too?
I just can't afford to stay here, I said to them both.
They were checking the meter.
I asked Jane for an official bill.
'And we are sick of covering you,' said Eric.
You aren't covering me at all.
And Jane knows it.
That's why you came back with her to tape the electric heater switch and the aircon chord.
Because you are fucking pussy whipped and have no fucking say until Jane says you do.
I'm being screwed over 'cos of that Nigger Congo Bongo.
I'll pay and pay, and Bongo will play the furry cute nigga.
And get away with it.
'Get away with what?'
Good question Rosa.
Getting away from chasing out customers from Trang's business.
She's lost money because of him.
He can't be a good man if he's chasing out your income.
Trang will realise that soon.
Congo Bongo has fucked up her means to existence.
Trang needed that money.
And Bongo never apologized.
'I don't need to, I'm a black nigga who plays dumb, who is a fake refugee, who never throws his rubbish out, never washes his clothes. Why? Because I'm black and do whatever I fucking want to.'
Straight from Bongo's mouth.
Rosa giggles.
What more can she do?
