08/19/2020 (Wed) 12:55:33
When I was about 13, my dad and I drove from Coober Pedy to Aulbury/Wodonga, a couple of his friends lived there that he was very close to but hadn't seen in close to a decade. There was a husband and wife and three kids, two were deaf and he found/worked out that the first was deaf by putting the speaker on the ground, he lived with them when he was in his late 20's around when I was born. I think they lived in Toowoomba at the time. He told me about how he and the husband grew dope and how they used to play rugby for the town. They'd drink two bottles of rum and go running around town, sometimes from town to town. Pot gutted, alco, loose cunts. They grew a crop and wrapped a big bud in alfoil. When the crop had been sold, they would smoke it. When they were at that point, they got it and it was just an alfoil shell, with nothing in it. They accused each other of not waiting. Turns out there was a little hole and a rat had eaten it all. Any way the ute we took was a rusty shell of a car, it had no trim and you could see through the floor. I had to take my blankets with me because dad always went on these sorts of adventures at about 3am, it's how I ended up living up there. We just got in a car and went, then we were living there. On the way=when I moved there, we stopped at Glendanmbo dump and got all out cutlery and dishes. I still have some of the bone handle knives we found there in the shed. We ate off of a shovel, which I found out afterwards was the one he used to clean up dog shit. He said the fire killed everything. So that ute, ended up being Jimmy the Greek's first car. Dad was telling me about a story that he worked with a guy called Dimitri when he helped build the Port Augusta power station. That's actually what he did in Toowoomba too. Anyway, when I got to Coober Pedy I became good mates with Jimmy Gargasoulas. I used to call him Dimitri, his dad heard it and thought it was good that I was using his authentic Greek name and I became close to the family and him. He taiught me how to do burn outs on my bike and I cut part of my finger off. I also have a little dot in my cheek from where he shot me with an ink cartridge from a pen tube and a rubber band, it stuck in my cheek. Any way, that car we drove in was his first car and he was the guy who drove down Burke Street in Melbourne and ran over heaps of people. Something about that is ironic/funny. I can't work out what. Any way on the way to Aubury/Wodonga, in this rusty old ute, the trip took ages. We drove down to Adelaide first then across. It had no trim and mats, etc. That's why I had to take blankets, I can't remember if I mentioned that. Dad just sung Slim Dusty songs and Banjo Paterson poems. He has a great memory for that sort of stuff.
I remember vividly him singing me this song on the NSW butthole, we drove on the dirt road side. All along the river there are 'sister' towns, one on NSW, one on Vic, only one side has the bitumen. Anyway, he sung this song from this part.
Missing the first verse/chorus made it like a mystery song. I thought it was about a dog then almost cried when he got to the end. It wasn't as fast as this, he would stop between lines sometimes to remember the lyrics and it made each one sink in.
It is a precious memory, I thought it was about a dog. https://youtu.be/sqqsEKFZt2c?t=62