Okay so one night C.O.D (yea u kno me) were sitting out on our Parklame headquarters’ balcony, probably dranking some Cougars (appropriate). I think I was in my room, maybe changing the record, maybe putting on some sox, it’s not that clear. Gracey comes into my room, calm but clearly excited saying something about a WASTED naked dude in a fur hat trying to talk to the COD from the downstairs balcony. “Ok!” I said, and went out to look. This is what greeted me:
And then we went our separate ways. A week or two later I saw this gent in our apartment complex again, in the afternoon time and I walked past him, paused on the stairs, looked up and said, “I’ve seen your butt”. Because I had you know? Me and Gemma continued to see him around a lot over the course of the month, he gets drunk at
Last weekend I was coming back from Tower Ridge where I had dropped Fremantle Tim (who was not in Fremantle) for a nap. Gracey was leaving Parklame, Gemma, Chris and Nina maybe were smoking on the balcony. I was walking up the stairs past number 19 when I see the bombshell on his balcony. “Can I have a hug?” he said. I said “Sure! Lean really far over the balcony and I’ll give you one!” because I’m mean and I wanted him to fall over. Then I looked up at Gemma watching me and a light went off. He came out the front door, along with a couple of his raver 16 year old friends. We hugged, I wrapped my legs around his body and made him walk backwards till we were in clear view from the COD balcony. “Hey Gemmer!” I called out. And to the screams of Gemma saying “ NO CLARE NO NO NO DON’T DO IT DON’T DO IT NO” I did it. I did a kiss.
And that is the story of how I made out with a 1992, and also how we have each other’s hearts (I haven’t seen him since).
p.s – next stop, Corey Delaney!