The story so far … Jason’s gone to ground with a batch of meth home-cook he was boosting at the tapas bar. He’s left your Touareg in a back lane out behind a yeeros joint. Katie goes to see him. Says she’ll blow him for a freebie. But Jason won’t be getting it even half the right way up. So he goes at her yelling. Berating what the fuck. These are people you employ!
Kooyong Road Shops | Garry Pumfrey | oil on linen | 88 x 130cm | 2010
Katie tells her tale to Annabelle. Who runs a snitch to Alistair. Who gets so much up in arms, he nearly shits straight on her foot. Now it’s him that’s got a hard-on and is fully hot to trot. You want to smack their dopey knuckleheads. But this next delivery’s drop-dead. Not a breath to spare till Thursday. So you scoff a fistful of red jolts. Glug a bomb of Chivas. Work 36 rank hours. And watch your thoughts waft all misshapen – – – – >
