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Last week, on the way back from the Justin Timberlake show (top three all time shows ever), I had some stuff in the car I was going to put in the Vinnies bin, so decided to swing by on the way back.
It was a little after midnight on Tuesday, technically Wednesday morning, when I pulled in to the side of the Vinnie’s store in Bondi where the donation bins are.
As I parked, I noticed a guy in a hoodie going through the piles of clothes left by the bins. It’s nothing really out of the ordinary for Bondi, though I sized him up, noticed that he was wearing two t-shirts under his hoodie, and figured that he wasn’t too scary so I got out of the car and started to unload my bags of stuff into the bins.
He looked up slowly from his foraging and stumbled a bit as he stood to slur at me in the minciest voice I’ve heard in ages, “Indgoo gee? Aaandgoo gee! You met me wuntce at aarcnightclub in draaag”.
I noticed that under the hood was a young, very good looking blonde guy, who had a very pretty face that he seemed to be trying to chew off from the inside.
I kept loading the bins.
“C’mon you don’t remember? I waaas in draaag queen and joo met me in Arq nightclub Andgoo gee!”
“Great, I went there once or twice, it was fun”, I said as I kept unloading, and went back to my car for the last bag.
“Yyeash I used to be a draaag queen at Arq nightclub where I metchoo Androogeee”..
I remarked that he sounded like he’d had a big night tonight.
“I’ve had a big weekend honey, Friday, Saturday, monblahblahbluurg…” he trailled off as he stuffed the clothes he was sorting through up his jumper.
I turned to get in to my car, and his tone changed dramatically..
“So where are you going now Andrew? You’re not going home alone are you?”
I knew where this was going.
“C’mon Andrew G doesn’t have to go home alone, c’mon you don’t have to if you don’t want to”
I said that I was going home to bed, and suggested that he might want to do the same thing.
He spat at me like an angry toddler,
“I’m going home to suck my crack pipe instead you fucker!” and he stuffed another dress under his hoodie and stumbled away.
Now. I don’t quite know at what stage his life became like this, though I can only imagine that he still belived he was in his glamorous, star-of-the moment, “hottest young thing on Oxford street” life.
The way he was already wearing two t-shirts under his hoodie, and stuffing more clothes under there led me to deduce that he was trying to keep warm and had in fact no home to go.
I hear that people have to hit absolute rock-bottom before they can begin to even try to beat an addiction.
What part of being homeless and going through Vinnie’s bins for clothes to keep you warm after being awake for five days on Ice and trying to solicit sex from strangers for money isn’t rock bottom?
Ice is one of the worst drugs ever.
You’d have to be a complete fuckin’ idiot to get stuck on it.
I hope this kid finds his way out of his hole, and that you think twice before getting in to a drug like that.
It’s a dirty, filthy, slippery slope that destroys lives and is far from glamorous or fun.
I hope that kid has found some sleep since last week.
xx aa
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That is a perfect illustration of the shocking descent that can follow drug use – and that includes alcohol. Ice is just too cheap and available for those who see it as an escape from whatever they are troubled by in life.
Our hospitals are building new “isolation rooms” (read padded cells)to deal with the extemely violent behavior that is elicited by taking ice. Sadly, “rock bottom” can in fact be a grave for some.Sorry to hear you were subjected to that Andrew.
P.S Is the previous blogger accusing you of plagiarism??
kaz,
I believe that the first comment on this post is actually a site ripping of Andrew’s feed and posting it almost like it’s own article. It actually happens more often than you’d think in the blogging world. If you look at the main url for that site, there is a whole lot of different posts in all sorts of different languages.
I must agree with JT, so good, I had to go back and see him again. Always something going on, always something to look at.
Poor guy, I hope he wakes up to himself one day, or he allows someone to step in, to help.
Andrew, you must come across alot of weirdos, being a celebrity and all. I would imagine most people would try and befriend you wherever you go.
While it would be unreal to do what you do, it makes me realise how happy I am in my little secluded corner of the world!
Was his name bob? Did he work at his job? Did he makes 40 something dollars a day? Did he used to be the man in his home town, then started to loose his way?
I walked past Vinnies in Bondi today, we joked about you and that place. Everyone in that place is burnt and have no idea where they were going.
Poor guy he will end up looking as bad as Rhett Hutchence does. Poor Rhett he use to not be able to put down the pipe….
Thanks for the heads up Chris J. I had not heard of that before – what next??
Bollocks, I jusr realised that i wrote that comment in Binga’s account…. That is the problem with using someone elses computer, all their passwords are already saved and shit.
Justin Timberlake’s show was the second best I’ve ever seen. The best was Michael Jackson. I wish I’d bought tickets for both nights and up the front too.
This talk of the JT show makes me look callous, but I don’t like to think about the damage of drugs. It’s horrific and preventable and hopeless all at the same time. If I’d had the same experience as you, I would have been freaked out inside for quite a while.
Andrew I’ve gotta say you sound like a fairly compassionate guy and even though you really couldn’t do anything about the guy’s situation, it certainly seems you would’ve if the circumstance was a little different. I lost quite a few friends to ice and the like and it just breaks my heart to see how severe this particular drug wrecks peoples lives and Brisbane is having it’s fair whack! Back in New Zealand me and my mum used to take in kids from off the street and now I work with Child Safety fostering children. Some of the stories I hear from children who are victims of violent drug addicted parents is horrendous and oh boy I will do my very best to offer them a better life. I pray that poor guys “Rock Bottom” is not death because what a waste of a life. Take Care Ben