Craziness on Cooper Street
Trip Start Nov 17, 2012
27Trip End Ongoing
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Kenny – The Belgian. Can talk about beer for 48 hours continuously without taking a single breath for air. Sleeps through anything, and I mean anything. Makes jokes about Essex girls like a true fine Brit (and was actually the first person to make me watch faulty
towers and monty Python- ashamed I know)
Seaman...you’ve heard about him, the quiet Italian who despite being a pot wash for a living is the main cause of kitchen mess arguments in this house. My Italian teacher and translator, my running buddy (once), I will think of him fondly.
Aaron...the Korean,who is actually the least Asian Asian I have ever met in my life (which might
be something to do with the houseful of young hot Brazilian guys which showed him the path to getting wasted, having fun and getting laid. A hilarious guy who makes me laugh just by me looking at his face (much to his despair). Has a collection of friends with benefits, which we always know when he comes down in a towel with his little pants in his hands. How he will find someone like Seaman as a room mate, who endures sleeping on the sofa 3-4 nights a week so
Aaron can get his leg over...all though Seaman has been sighted taking the odd
$20 payout for this
Of course the original family included the Italians; Seba with his reggae music and hilarious impressions and Matteo...but that’s another story ;). Me and Rach were always looking forward to seeing them when we walked in the door to the house...We were quite a good little foursome and the house felt empty for some time after they had left.
Always coming together back at the house at the end of our nights. A cocktail of states and moods at the after parties which never failed to go past 5 in the morning. Smoking lots of weed, cooking up feasts at 6am , air guitar jumping on the sofas to Limp Biscuit, standing on the table rappin to Eminem, peep shows up the stairs. I’ll miss coming home to this at the weekends.
But now, thanks to our crazy landlady...Honestly she is insane in the membrane, a meal short of a ticket or whatever the phrase is. She comes in the house and leaves the front door open whilst she skulks around staring at us or into thin air and walking into peoples rooms and sitting on the end of their beds in silence. Anyway, since Seba left in a rage, called her a crazy bitch, vandalised the bedroom and drew a giant penis on the wall, her craziness has reached a new level and she has served us all with a two week eviction notice.
So it must all come to an end, which it all would of done anyways as we all head off in different directions to different parts of Australia,to do farm work, get laid, fall in love, get drunk,, get get eaten by spiders,live with people who are annoying, but also people that will become our good
But I for one will never forget our first Sydney home, our first Sydney family.