MrLightening
04-21-2011, 04:20 AM
I wrote this today, and I'm pretty happy with it. Comments, remarks, conversation. Read my story and I will read yours :nopity:
SERIAL KILLERS: The Robin Hood Bludger by MrLightening
They thought they were Gods. On top of the world. Three footballers from St. Kilda football club were having drinks at a bar in Crown Casino’s VIP section. It was a Thursday night. It was on season too, and I think they were playing on Saturday. Should a Herald Sun journalist have entered this corrupt den of luxury and sin, these boys would probably have made the back page. ST KILDA DISGRACE it would read. An article about alcoholism would follow. Some people in my quarters would find that hilarious. A Centrelink recipient, a welfare cheat, a dole bludger; who drops out of high school and starts getting drunk every single night of the week – that’s not news. That’s what’s forgotten. It does not matter. Because it’s happening everyday, everywhere. But a St. Kilda player who has three beers in the bar on a Thursday, well … he’s asking for trouble.
And the boys tonight are asking for trouble. I watched them from a great distance away, plugging dollar after dollar into the pokie machine, while they drank their drinks at the bar and played Black Jack on the high roller table. A few fans had gathered. Someone took a photograph on his mobile phone, and out of nowhere a Casino attendant grabs him by the scruff of his neck and drags him into the shadows. There are shadows in this casino, people forget. It’s in the shadows that I watched Nicky D and Jared M gamble away 20 grand like it was pocket money. Loose change. A joke to people in my quarter. I think it’s been four years since my account was in the black. Sixty percent rent. Ten percent food. Thirty percent alcohol. It’s the simple equation you can live your life by. As superstars get richer and richer.
To continue reading: http://storymash.com/u/MrLightening/getitoti/
SERIAL KILLERS: The Robin Hood Bludger by MrLightening
They thought they were Gods. On top of the world. Three footballers from St. Kilda football club were having drinks at a bar in Crown Casino’s VIP section. It was a Thursday night. It was on season too, and I think they were playing on Saturday. Should a Herald Sun journalist have entered this corrupt den of luxury and sin, these boys would probably have made the back page. ST KILDA DISGRACE it would read. An article about alcoholism would follow. Some people in my quarters would find that hilarious. A Centrelink recipient, a welfare cheat, a dole bludger; who drops out of high school and starts getting drunk every single night of the week – that’s not news. That’s what’s forgotten. It does not matter. Because it’s happening everyday, everywhere. But a St. Kilda player who has three beers in the bar on a Thursday, well … he’s asking for trouble.
And the boys tonight are asking for trouble. I watched them from a great distance away, plugging dollar after dollar into the pokie machine, while they drank their drinks at the bar and played Black Jack on the high roller table. A few fans had gathered. Someone took a photograph on his mobile phone, and out of nowhere a Casino attendant grabs him by the scruff of his neck and drags him into the shadows. There are shadows in this casino, people forget. It’s in the shadows that I watched Nicky D and Jared M gamble away 20 grand like it was pocket money. Loose change. A joke to people in my quarter. I think it’s been four years since my account was in the black. Sixty percent rent. Ten percent food. Thirty percent alcohol. It’s the simple equation you can live your life by. As superstars get richer and richer.
To continue reading: http://storymash.com/u/MrLightening/getitoti/