Frickin Home on Argyle aye. Ya can't go wrong.

I remember about a year and half back from now, I was living with my aunty Buffy and cousin Jasper and it was great times, family fun great cool. But when Jasper was at school, and my Aunty was at work, I bored myself almost... to death.

I would do the same thing almost everyday unless it was an exciting day where I hung out with my loves Bing and Pal which were a plenty, yet these lonely confused days built up on me like a ton of bricks and I drove myself insane.

At one point I just woke up when my family did and had breakfast whatever, then when they'd leave, I used to listen to Rancid and Led Zeppelin over and over while cleaning the house and doing the dishes or whatever and talking to Pal on the phone, but then when we moved into the next house things were just getting gayer because I wasn't working either. I remember going to my room and crying my eyes out wondering what the fuck I was doing and getting sicker from my thought and having to write down on colourful paper all these positive affirmations and writing down everyone that I knew loved me to make myself feel better, I used to hang around in the kitchen listening to Bfm the best radio station ever, and listening to Die! Die! Die!'s amazing album promises promises or Elton Johns madman across the water and singing it all the time.

I used to sit in this same armchair at some points and one thought that stays vividly in my mind in my memory is the one where I used to think, where the fuck are all the people?? Where are these people that I want to be meeting and hanging around with? Where are they? I can't just resort to wasting my life in this house day by day. It can't happen, and the scary thing was was that somewhere I knew they were coming and it wouldn't be long. I stuck it in my subconscious or either my subconscious stuck it in me because nowadays I can walk along the street home and thinking how the fuck did everything in that sector of my life come to me in one year better than how I even imagined? Life is amazing. I blame it on being completely realistic and practical on what you want in life - in an extreme way that is out of your bounds at the time. That's exactly what I did and it took me a while to realize it, but it fucking amazes me day in day out.





Forward about a year and a half, and if I'm sitting bored in an armchair there are the people around that I was wanting to hang out with. There right there. I'm talking to them. I'm laughing with them. I'm learning from them. It's insane.

I love this house. I could cry in joy about how amazing it is.

You walk in the door and there'll be two Irish lovers speaking with their wicked accents about their van, and playing with Diablos next to Flora the manager who keeps everyone under control who walks into Dan who's wandering round wondering why me and Sharmayne find it funny to hand him a cornflake on a bubblegum wrapper while Ian from Leeds laughs in confusion then hands me an office quote from the book that we've said a million times but still find it priceless but then Liam will shuffle past on the phone and won't be able to stop moving because he's sorting out some new musical equipment and possibly drugs and never keeping still with our Beautiful Italian boys Alberto & Sebastian smoking spliffs as if they're cigarettes playing guitar and learning English rooming with Matt our token punk rocker/decent music of our time encyclopedia devouring his pearly white bass guitar scrunching round in his makeshift leather jacket/s having a laugh with Ben from Holland who is totally not funny but pretty funny when he's not trying to be telling us how small Holland really is while our Kiwi crew consisting of Ping Pong champ Tui Simmonds teasing MC Steve in a loving way while Nash has a beer in his hand and a cardboard sword with a Big Heart and Jesse our beautiful subtle bass player of the SOLOMON JAMSKI looking for a bong while realizing it's right there with Andrea and his six pack and English skills comin atcha telling us how he never wants to leave Australia and never wants to go back to Italy while James darling puts up with my never ending whack coming out of my mouth and Sven our German freaking us out wearing boxer shorts everywhere and telling us (jokingly?) that he wants that new mustache to look like a rapist and Emma the token Girlfriend of the married house owner and her cat business telling us not to pat her kitty Alfie's back yet because a chip has just been put in that Steve doesn't know about yet because he went back to London on us all because of money issues that I used to Jam with everyday and be continuously amazed at how beautiful it was to play guitar with another person and actually have a flow with me wondering why he's so slow with his answers sometimes maybe it was all those Bongs maybe the beautiful Wellingtonian Ariana understood me because she was in his room but maybe she was occupied on other things like her wonderful creativity and beautiful energy while I reminisce the time Marthe fucking Marthe with 3068 (north Fitzroy) imprinted on her wrist for life took something the fizzed in our hands that made us think we were never taught time when I walk into another room and see what goings on are going on then we hear eclectic music coming out from strange nooks and crannies of the house when I joint is passed to you then you stand back
and be amazed
that you live in such a dream come true slice of .. [insert appropriate word here]