See You In The City

I was in the city, doing as I normally do in the city; waste money. I had finished walking about and decided it was a good idea to grab a bite to eat. I had on my Keath O'Konnel "Eat Meat it's neat" T-Shirt, so I thought it a good notion to buy a vegetarian meal to keep up with my ironicism.

I walked my meal to a shady spot in Forrest Place (Chase). I had to walk around Clarrie, who had parked his wheel chair in the middle of a walk way and was getting a few Z's. Clarrie is a local bum with no money, hope or legs. He looked like a lump of meat, with a blanket covering it. As I pivoted to avoid Clarrie I heard a dull thud. I scanned the area where the noise had exuded. A rapper (you know, baggy jeans, cap and all that crap) was having an epileptic seizure. "Oooh", I thought.

I sat down in a prime spot to observe while devouring my salad bowl and OJ. The poor bloke on the ground was accompanied by a companion rapper, who by the look on his face didn't know what the fuck to do. He surveyed the crowd to see if anyone else was going to help him. All he saw were blank faces. There's not much that can be done during a fit, except to go get medical help and make sure the victim doesn't swallow their tongue. He came out of the fit after a few minutes and sat down on the bench again. But the action had just started.

A pair of Perth's finest beat officers, came round the corner, dig? They saw Clarrie, sleeping in his chair, and decided to move the old bugger along. They shook him into the waking world. Clarrie slowly looked up and had a bit of trouble focusing on the man. When he realised it was the pigs he became enraged.

"Fuck off!", came from his old cracked mouth. This old bum had been told so many time by different people to move along that he was sick of it. "Fuck off!"

A lady approached one of the cops to tell him of the fit that had just taken place. The two police went to the rappers to confirm this. One radioed for an ambulance, while the other went to deal with Clarrie.

Clarrie was totally fucked off. They had woken him from dreams of having legs, youth, money, naked women and fast cars, to the real world of no legs, old age, no money, no women and the only wheels he had were on his dilapidated chair. He began to throw the stuff he had his chair; a decaying blanket, a coke can, a water bottle, still cursing as the junk flew, not quite hitting their target.

When the contents of the chair where empty, he wheeled over to a rubbish bin and thew that shit too. He began to aim at anything that moved. A half full milk shake from McDonalds hit the foot of a girl, a coke can fell short of my feet, a paper that had a half eaten hamburger in hit a cops leg, a chip packet was aimed at a man walking by, but was caught in the wind and flew off. When, finally, the bin was empty he aimed his wheelchair at people and thrust the thing at them. A girl had to jump out the way, the chair hit the wall. The girl just kept on walking, not bothering to look around, like she was used to filthy old men ramming at her with their chairs.

Clarrie wheeled off around the corner, with an officer in toe. The other stayed with the epileptic until the ambulance arrived on the scene. I had finished my lunch so put the rubbish into the now empty bin and walked in the direction that Clarrie had wheeled off in.

As I rounded the corner an ambulance passed me. I caught up to Clarrie with his police officer 3 meters away (like on a string). He was still telling the cop to fuck off. I passed them and fucked off out of the city. See you cats in the city, for more hot fun.