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Sunday 27 February, 02005

by Matthew Bartlett @ 9:57 pm

Last night before the parade I was sitting outside Hoyts on Manners Street, waiting for my friends to come out of the bathroom. A clump of about eight girls were hanging about, sharing around the bladder of a cask of wine. They were between twelve and sixteen. The older ones were encouraging the younger ones to drink up. One staggered over to sit next to me. She was crying a bit but seemed fairly happy. She showed me a bag full of clothes she’d bought earlier in the day. She said, “Three hundred bucks worth from Supre. In life you gotta stand on your own two feet, aye?” I couldn’t think of anything to say.

6 responses to “”

  1. Richard D. Bartlett says:

    A dude tonight tried to sell me a digital camera outside Fidel’s and I asked him where he stole it from and he said nah nah it’s mine but I’m selling it so I said how much and then I had to ask what’s wrong with it if you’re only charging thirty bucks so he said fine you can have it for fifty whereupon I told him he was something that sounds like a sifty bunt and wished him a good night.

  2. On the behalf of Hoyts Cinemas NZ Ltd., I’d like to point out that the girl was not an employee of aforementioned company, nor was she participating in an activity that the movie industry/theatre owners condone.

  3. Deborah says:

    Now I feel a bit emptied, too.

  4. Tim says:

    Richard: You must be cool and tough if you said what I think you said.
    Matt: That was a wasted opportunity for a) witnessing and b) securing yourself a wife.

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