Another story to add to my collection :S
Just came back from downstairs (laneway), where we (me, ray, chris and 'nomes) foiled a robbery :P
I'd gone to sleep early, since about 9, when I was woken by a honk... and the scurrying of resies...
"what's going on...???" "They're in Rays car..." ":S"
Ray had left her car in the laneway for the last couple of days, and there were now people in it - so four resies dazed from slumber wandered down, not quite knowing what they'd do...
By the time we'd gotten there, there were two users left (caught a glimpse of other people walking down the laneway), going through their bag looking for something... we just asked if things were ok, and if they needed a hand with anything...
The mentioned something about being ripped by someone (heroin dealer), asked if we had any freshies (not so shocking to me now, in the span of two weeks :S) and after a bit more, they wandered away down the laneway...
Rays car was fine, as much as we could tell tonight anyways - they'd (the users) left the doors unlocked, and there wasn't anything to steal...
So four resies wandered back upstairs in their PJs
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
:S
Just when I thought I'm good with the whole working around syringes thing, I get to see the whole process of getting three caps of heroin into ya... cutting it out of the weird bizar waterballoon things, drawing the liquid out... mixing... tapping out all the bubbles... and then the injecting... in broad daylight...
I was sitting in the laneway with two other ex-users, who are good friends, and it was so good to have them there - I felt safe-ish.
I know I'm here working with this stuff, and all, but it's still a little freaky and confronting when it happens on the floor in front of you...
I was sitting in the laneway with two other ex-users, who are good friends, and it was so good to have them there - I felt safe-ish.
I know I'm here working with this stuff, and all, but it's still a little freaky and confronting when it happens on the floor in front of you...
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Not to mention...
... when I woke up @ 7pm (Sat), I got up, made myself human with a shower and cleaned up my room...
Christop (fellow resie @ Urban Seed) was filling in for the education team, and was the tour guide for a Christian group of Young Adults from Bayswater @ 8:30pm - I thought I'd tag along, for moral support, Chris is a really good guy.
So we're there, just sitting on the steps with this group, introducing everyone... when a girl, when it came to her turn, that looked so familiar, pointed her finger at me with her mouth open, going "I KNOW you!!"...
T'was Judith!! Judith Briscoe, who'd been @ ACF oh-so long ago... it was just bizar :S
At the end of the city walk, I caught her for a few minutes, and she said she was doing well, with a son (name's "Kylam"?) of age one and her partner Adam (?).
She sends a shout-out also, to those who remember her from her ACF days :)
Christop (fellow resie @ Urban Seed) was filling in for the education team, and was the tour guide for a Christian group of Young Adults from Bayswater @ 8:30pm - I thought I'd tag along, for moral support, Chris is a really good guy.
So we're there, just sitting on the steps with this group, introducing everyone... when a girl, when it came to her turn, that looked so familiar, pointed her finger at me with her mouth open, going "I KNOW you!!"...
T'was Judith!! Judith Briscoe, who'd been @ ACF oh-so long ago... it was just bizar :S
At the end of the city walk, I caught her for a few minutes, and she said she was doing well, with a son (name's "Kylam"?) of age one and her partner Adam (?).
She sends a shout-out also, to those who remember her from her ACF days :)
God has a pretty whack sense of destiny...
... or at least, an bizar sense of humour :S
Just came back from a night @ Boulevard, which was pretty good - a great way to unwind after a mega-stressful week.
Ami and the girls offered me a lift back, which I declined; I figured the walk will do me good, and the weather wasn't too bad.
I walked back along St Kilda Rd... past the National Gallery, with the serene, oh-so-still water in front of it... there was no one around, so it was quiet-ish, it was a really nice way to end a night, I found myself thinking.
Crossed the road @ Flinders, was walking towards Macca's where @ 4:15ish in the morning, I recognised Sheree, pacing around outside McD's, with a mob of other assorted street people.
I stopped to say hello, but she was pretty tense - her friend had gotten stabbed by someone else she was fairly close to, and whilst she was able to talk to me, she obviously hadn't been having a good time lately.
Then some guy came along, some guy that appeared to be middle-class, and started trying to be funny with the bunch, was pretty obviously drunk.
Sheree didn't have much tolerance - she fully started verbally telling him to get lost. This girl, who was 30ish, had been on the streets since forever, and been through more things than I will take the liberty to write here, and tough as nails, like fully, was not about to back down.
And there I was, right in between a bunch of people that have some of the hardest lives in Melbourne, and some drunk idiot.
I've had no experience in this, really. I've been taught things like the 7 laws of the learner, have led cell groups, be preached @ for umpteen years. But where I was? That was real... that was in your face, and that was (in my head) "Nathan, so what are you going to do NOW. This ain't a group of affluent asian kids, you ain't know nothing"
I put myself between the two, my arm around the drunk idiot and said "mate, let's take a walk". He kept going on about being able to take on all of the, kept posturing, and I kept asking what his name was...
After a few attempts, I walked with him down the street, where a distance on he wanted to head off, and he did.
I walked halfway back to Sheree, stopped outside the Commonwealth Bank, and just softly bashed my head backwards onto the wall.
Walked back to Sheree, she told me, tensely, but as a friend, that she wasn't in the mood to talk given the stabbing, etc, and I told her that's fine, she should do what she needs to do, that I just wanted to say hello, and that I was going to head back then.
I dunno God... it's like you really don't want me to be bored, huh...
Just came back from a night @ Boulevard, which was pretty good - a great way to unwind after a mega-stressful week.
Ami and the girls offered me a lift back, which I declined; I figured the walk will do me good, and the weather wasn't too bad.
I walked back along St Kilda Rd... past the National Gallery, with the serene, oh-so-still water in front of it... there was no one around, so it was quiet-ish, it was a really nice way to end a night, I found myself thinking.
Crossed the road @ Flinders, was walking towards Macca's where @ 4:15ish in the morning, I recognised Sheree, pacing around outside McD's, with a mob of other assorted street people.
I stopped to say hello, but she was pretty tense - her friend had gotten stabbed by someone else she was fairly close to, and whilst she was able to talk to me, she obviously hadn't been having a good time lately.
Then some guy came along, some guy that appeared to be middle-class, and started trying to be funny with the bunch, was pretty obviously drunk.
Sheree didn't have much tolerance - she fully started verbally telling him to get lost. This girl, who was 30ish, had been on the streets since forever, and been through more things than I will take the liberty to write here, and tough as nails, like fully, was not about to back down.
And there I was, right in between a bunch of people that have some of the hardest lives in Melbourne, and some drunk idiot.
I've had no experience in this, really. I've been taught things like the 7 laws of the learner, have led cell groups, be preached @ for umpteen years. But where I was? That was real... that was in your face, and that was (in my head) "Nathan, so what are you going to do NOW. This ain't a group of affluent asian kids, you ain't know nothing"
I put myself between the two, my arm around the drunk idiot and said "mate, let's take a walk". He kept going on about being able to take on all of the, kept posturing, and I kept asking what his name was...
After a few attempts, I walked with him down the street, where a distance on he wanted to head off, and he did.
I walked halfway back to Sheree, stopped outside the Commonwealth Bank, and just softly bashed my head backwards onto the wall.
Walked back to Sheree, she told me, tensely, but as a friend, that she wasn't in the mood to talk given the stabbing, etc, and I told her that's fine, she should do what she needs to do, that I just wanted to say hello, and that I was going to head back then.
I dunno God... it's like you really don't want me to be bored, huh...
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Sometimes, you just gotta laugh... or cry...
Last night, before I settled down to study @ about 2am, I was down in the laneway - two guys came up and were asking from some "freshies", and I wasn't quite sure what they meant. After talking to them for a bit, by the fluorescent light of the laneway, I'd learnt that one of them (an aboriginal) was just out of jail, and really hating life... both of them re-iterating that life in jail was so much better, like a holiday?!
I asked if he'd be able to make do without a "freshie", and he told me he had just gone through the laneway bin and found a used one - at that point I realised it was a clean syringe he was after, and had just pulled out of the bin one that had been used.
We're not an injecting house or anything (well, in Vic they don't exist), so we aren't able to carry fresh syringes, but after that, I almost wished we did...
Chatted for a bit more, then went upstairs to study... just shaking my head @ the bizar-ness of my life...
I asked if he'd be able to make do without a "freshie", and he told me he had just gone through the laneway bin and found a used one - at that point I realised it was a clean syringe he was after, and had just pulled out of the bin one that had been used.
We're not an injecting house or anything (well, in Vic they don't exist), so we aren't able to carry fresh syringes, but after that, I almost wished we did...
Chatted for a bit more, then went upstairs to study... just shaking my head @ the bizar-ness of my life...
Woo hoo!!
After a test on Sunday, 2000 word essay for Tuesday, a test on Wednesday, reports by Thursday night, and a test this morning (Sat), I'm DONE for mid-semester!!
ALL this along with my regular Urban Seed duties too :S
Finished the test @ 10:30am this morning, came home and slept till 7pm :D Feels good to be semi-alive again, that's for sure...
ALL this along with my regular Urban Seed duties too :S
Finished the test @ 10:30am this morning, came home and slept till 7pm :D Feels good to be semi-alive again, that's for sure...
Ah well...
Looks like Piano Stories will have to wait for another time - Mikey & other's are going to be working the ACF Easter play, and it won't nearly be the same without them, so here's hanging out for a Piano Stories IV...
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