So it was like 11:30PM on Friday, and I just finished my last uni paper. It's the third time I've been to uni, and the second time that I am going to not go back, but I'm finished you know? And I have a beer at home with Steve. Then Steve goes to bed 'cos he's got stuff to do in the morning. So I finish my beer, and go to meet Jess. And I'm wearing shorts and PE socks with the red and blue socks stripe that they have, my shoes are old Vans that I cut into slippers because they smelt. I smelt bad because my t-shirt smelled because all day and all week I've been sitting in my house writing ad briefs and today that uni thing. And it's done. And it was ten days late, which was okay and now it's good.

I walk up out of my house and walk down to Crown St. I can smell my underarms because you don't need to wear deodorant when you just sit in your house and do things on your computer all day for nearly an entire week. And I'm unemployed now because of the financial crisis. Walking down Crown St I see three Thai ladyboys, a police rescue truck outside the place where slimbo kids hang out and about six dicks in the same "Special K" t-shirts but all on different corners, they weren't even the same dick.

And I watch these two young gay guys kissing on a road and saying goodbye, and then the other one starts running in the other direction. He's probably going back to a gay bar. It's sort of nice because he walked the other one back to a spot, now he's going back to party.

Anyway I am smelling bad and my pants are falling down because I'm not wearing a belt and I don't have a job but I'm sort of glad that I don't because I have already paid my rent and I don't need to spend any big money soon really plus also getting some tax.

Confidence is a thing you can have when you smell and you're unemployed, you see.