Some 15 years or so back i was living the life within a life. I have already told you guys about the big dude..I don't name names cause thats a good way to get yourself hammered by the wrong type of people, so I skirt around it. I don't even use real names or nic names, cause thats just as bad, even Noodle is bad enuff...but needsless to say Noodle doesn't care...what I write, if he comes across anything he usually tells me not to enhance the truth so much....but like i always reply, why let the truth stand in the way of a good story.
My little fella used like to come around every friday night, and stay till sunday...he'd tell me all about his week at kindergarten...that took up at least 2 hours...on friday night and we'd sit and share pizza..I like the fact that kids never get tired of ham and pineapple...so I'd order a large with ham and pineapple on one side and what I liked on the other...then slip in bits onto my boy's side...to see if he was aware of what he ate...anchovies really set him off...so much so that he'd spit em out onto the box lid then give me evils as i sat there trying to be oblivious to his steel eyed looks.
Saturday mornings were great cause he'd wake me up and we'd go down the street on the bike. He was bigger then..and he could sit on the back comfortably...in the years before i sat him up front as he was too small...The cops grabbed me once..and I had to put him on the back for 10 miles as the bastards stayed right behind me...so I took off my belt and tied him to me. Till they got sick of tailing me and took off...i stopped and put him back up front...Living in a small coastal town was great and even better was everyone else had kids..so seeing a kid on a bike was nothing new..front or back...So breakfast at the wharf was a big deal for a kid and his dad..I never knew what he told his mother during the week, but it seemed that Friday nights I got him and breakfast cereals....Can't see whats wrong with fish n chips for breakfast...and a coke.
Noodle had this other mate from another club...he used to hang around at our place alot..He had his son who was about the same age as my boy, being boyz they hit it off straight away...Noodle had a daughter and of course they picked on her mercilessly...till Noodle got the shits and kicked their ass's. There favourite trick was climbing the tree down the back...and throwing anything they could find at the ol fellow over the back fence...till he spied em then yelled abuse at em..shaking his fist...of course that would set them off and they'd return the curses in full and loud flourish...which in turn brought either Dads or Noodle down on them with wrath of the gods...it was pretty hard to keep a straight face...when barking at these two larakin 5 yr olds...many times at night we'd sit around laughing at the boyz exploits of the day...
Weekends they were great times, unless i had to work...but i had a good boss and although I worked shift i managed alot of free weekends in this period of my life...sometimes i wonder why i went back, to married harmony...of course i tell myself I did it for my kidz...
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