A friend was having a birthday dinner just outside Macarthur square (gigantic shopping district, commonly used as a hang-out for bogans, junkies and bored teenagers) at a shady little pizza place well actually it was massive and there were 30 of us and decided it would be a swell idea to hit the movies afterwards. Except the cinema got on their fucking high horse and for the first time in ever we needed a photo ID to get into a 15+ movie. I mean some of us are driving for gods sake, and it’s fucking Campbelltown, that’s like Sydney’s Mordor.
(To give you an accurate impression of Campbelltown, we were outside and spitting and throwing shit from the bridge we stood on down to the road below, right infront of security.)
So seven ID-less wonders were left behind, just chillin’ in the cinema until the entire place had cleared out. And I drank two fills worth of the largest fucking slushy ever and it was heaven and I wanted to go for a third but my gut simply had no space left. After a while the guys decided it would be fun to slide down the hand-rails of a giant staircase in various ways, before two of our more upright group members had left and the remainder of us thought it would be awesome to hit the skatepark and run around in the ramps as if we actually had boards.
And then we ran for our fucking lives.
It was great.
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A friend was having a birthday dinner just outside Macarthur square (gigantic shopping district,...
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