Road Kill Tour
David Jones Pac Fair
Friday 9 am - 4.30 pm (30 min break)
Thursday Rufus Sol load in 8 am - 1 pm no break
Load out Rufus
Sat Show Grounds 10 pm - 2 am
Dug was questioning my hours.
Cum on Dug, I was there at 9/30, texted you at 10/30, and started at 10.
Poor Dug is straining his eyes.
Even he is burnt out.
We are all burnt out.
And I suspect I have COVID.
Touring crews are touring with Covid.
One moment they have a mask on, the next, they don’t.
Everyone is elated.
Euphoric, depending on what drugs they are taking.
And we are shaking hands and sharing germs again.
Two years being told to cough inside your elbow, now we are just coughing at each other.
Dug, I did fuck you over.
Many times.
You charge the client a double fee and pay me half.
Combine know that.
They don’t split hairs.
If I turn up with a pulse, they are making cash.
Performance evaluations never come into it.
Money does.
If he’s not declaring more hours than he actually did, then he’s losing the company money.
Even I know that.
And I exploit that fact.
Without us Dug, you’d be looking into your phone, an inch away from your bad eyes, playing Angry Bird.
The season is winding up.
I’m off the diet pills.
I’ll save them for a special occasion.
Maybe for the next wank fest.
‘Fucking on speed is just awesome.’
Too right it is Josh.
I’ve dropped him off.
Now I must drive the last leg of the tour to my farm retreat.
I’m all over the road.
I’ve worked 30 hours straight and haven’t slept in the last two day.
If I make it home alive, I’m going to buy myself a Hungry Jacks.
The burgers are better at hungry jacks.
We are all consuming.
If the Safety Officers shut down the gigs and did drug tests, ‘no one would turn up to work the next day,’ says Josh, who is wired on his favourite working drug.
OHS won’t shut any gigs down unless a bunch of speakers drops on someone’s head. Even that incident can be wished away.
There’s just too much money to be made. Tickets, booze, tickets, drugs and some more booze.
Everyone wants to get fucked up and mingle and fuck.
Fuck, fuck and fuck.
And have long ejaculations.
They want to spray their devil’s semen over random strangers.
Yep, it’s business as usual.
