SOME SUICIDAL GUY MOVES IN NEXT. I cleaned the room out for rent. The fridge stunk from rotten food, three cartons of milk the boy got from me, one chocolate and two fresh, were virtually untouched. Chocolate was open, partially used but otherwise untouched. Those two wouldn’t let their little boy drink any of it. I took it outside and would have given it to the cat, Henrieta, but Toby ran out and drank it all. Jim took all the rotten food and gave it to the Doberman. Some guy who was a stranger turned up out of the blue asking for a hostel for mental patients. This is a hostel for mental patients I said. He wanted a big room because he was moving from a flat. Do the Social Workers come here? They do. Good said he, paid the rent and took a bus to Chinatown. He later came back with a taxi cab, a black and white large screen television and lot of junk, including a karaoke that didn’t work. He even had barbells. He stayed until the weekend and suddenly vanished leaving his door wide open. Two days went by and still no sign of him, Jim stole the television expecting to sell it. A police patrol suddenly came with him in the back. Sergeant wanted to inspect his room and I showed it to him. Isn’t there supposed to be a TV? Yes Jim took it. Cop knocked on the door and said, is it Jim Davis? What you want? You got the Tv from the room next door, put it back. I’m minding it. I know you said the cop, we got the owner in police custody, I don’t care Jim said, he’s the care taker here. What happened? I asked. He’s a regulated mental patient, police boat fished him out of the Brisbane River when he was being sucked under. Can you store all his stuff somewhere out of the room? Usually gets dumped under the house I said. If he comes back he can have it. Do that said the Sergeant, he’s going for treatment to Wacol. They left and Shirley came asking about him being arrested. He’s a regulated mental patient, being taken for treatment. What happened? He was taking one of his turns, pulled all his clothes off and jumped in the Brisbane River to drown himself, they got him in the patrol car with nothing on. He was fished out by the police boat down near the Kangaroo Point jetty. Shirley ordered Jim to return the TV and I stashed everything under the house. Couple weeks later, the person came back wanting his things. He gave the television to Shirley against Jim’s protests. He gave me the karaoke and said, you can keep it if you can get it fixed, I scrounged it out of someone’s rubbish. He didn’t need the barbells. I took the carry bag with them in it and carried them to my room. Hector Thompson wanted them and the guy said, take them. I carried them to Hector’s room and he asked, aren’t they heavy? Not for me, I don’t feel it. He took the bag and said, they weigh a ton but good enough.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 06:29:57 +0000
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