Diary Of A Mad Chaos: Saturday, September 3, 2005

Arrive To Mercure Hotel Perth, Western Australia

The time was 2:10 pm Western Australia time when I arrived to level 7, room 718 of Mercure hotel in downtown Perth.

On the elevator up, as I passed the fourth floor I heard dim screams , “Oh yes!  Fuck yes!  Oh!”  I near gained a boner.  The anonymous female in the hotel room sounded pleased.

I had held my bladder for hours while on the plane.  I came to my hotel room relieved to enter in.  I placed the luggage on the bed, rushed to the bathroom and urinated a yellow stream the color of bananas.  I was so relieved as I stood there, and then flushed.

I returned to the bedroom to unpack.  I rested the laptop on the guest book so I would be able to write on a slanted, versatile platform.  Easier for the hands.

Run Amok The Hotel Room

With the laptop powered on, my first action was to play “Holiday Inn” by Snoop.

The man suit came off.  I danced around the room like a teen, free from consequences.

What is so hard to understand?  Here I am allowed to kick up noise because I am here to have fun.  People fuck harder and yell more abusive words than the volume of the music I have.  I need freedom so I can listen to music with no stampedes of discrimination.

I wrote a diary entry while the speakers blasted.  I like how I came to the Western far and was able to pump “Brutal Truths” on both coasts.

I took a picture, with “The Source” publication added into frame.  The mood was worth the while.   I am glad the speakers came with me.  How would I live with no music?

Walkabout In Perth

Soon, from 3:30 pm I ventured outside to explore.  I needed to walk to the local convenience store so I could see what Perth is like on the outside of this hotel room.

With a knapsack on, I came outside the hotel to shop around for items to munch on.  If Maggie never shows, I know the reason.  Perth is base.  No one had much of a courteous mood.  The standard here is bad.  I suppose I am in their capital, so people are terse.

I scouted around and scoffed how I saw the actual Holiday Inn around town, as well as other hotels.

There was an abundance of fashionable chicks, and never much chav chicks around, so Perth could be a fashionable city.

All I did was walk down the main road with a knapsack around and estimated the looks on people.  I looked less offended and more curious.  There were all walks of life here.

Trying To Contact Maggie

The time was 4:20 pm when I returned back to Mercure hotel.  I gave Maggie a text message.

“The eagle has landed, just to a mediocre hotel.  This is below standards but I’ve made it mine.  I think more sights outdoors are a good idea… but this is comfy..”

I switched the hotel television on and watched rugby league matches.  I waited for Maggie to call.  I soon drifted to sleep.

When I woke back up at 7:30 pm I read a text message response from Maggie.

“I have to let you know something before we meet.  As I told you before, my best friend from high school broke up his engagement.  What I didn’t tell you was that he was the love of my life and I didn’t think anything would come of it but now he’s back in my life and we wanna give it a shot.  I hope we can still be friends.  I’m sorry.”

There was a deep emptiness to what had been known while I awoke from slumber on the hotel bed.  Maggie decided our fates for us.  I was used as an extension of her ego, which I did so well to avoid.

“As long as we can still see each other.  Come keep one company,” I wrote as soon as I was over the pain and then replied.

I had been here a couple of hours and Maggie decides to inform me she used us as a means to lure her ex back.

I walk alone while I am in Perth.  I was never supposed to have companion.  I’m glad I could help her reconcile a relationship where she reviled the former love, or said so.

Instincts never lie.  Emotions do become clouded.  I was shattered for a couple of seconds as I read the text message and woke up, the rugby league to remain on, unable to believe I was led here to leap and miss.

How I interpreted this is Maggie used our emotion to further an agenda.  I was a piece of trash.  I was expendable.  I was an excuse.

I will never to be stupid in love ever again.  I was the one who was cheated on, on this occasion.  Maggie said I was never dumped.  I think she fucked her ex.  I should have asked her whether her conscience was clear but I knew her answer would have resounded in silence, so I was more positive.

What Maggie did to me was the classic case of tests.  I closed my eyes and fell backwards and she was supposed to be there to stop me from a fall.  Well she never was there.  I trusted her and fell backwards, and she was never there, so here I fall.

Resentment Sets In

From 8:40 pm I closed the curtains in the room.  I wanted to hide.  I wanted to wear shame.  I wanted to be the recluse.  I wanted to mutilate.  I wanted sexual relief.  I wanted the newspaper.  I wanted justice.

I called reception to have Maggie stricken from the freedom to access the room.  I know she would never be so callous.  I would have rather liked the control so I could leave the laptop exposed while I was in town.

From 9:40 pm I delivered to Maggie a dignified criticism.

“I hope you realize you used me, led me on with talks of cuddles and kisses and let me come all alone across the nation to feel hurt, rejected and pity for you.  I know this happened days back.  I find it cruel how you never had the decency to be merciful.  At least I could have had the option to remain home.  Shame on you Maggie.  You said you were never selfish.  When you use people and abandon them… that is as low as I have ever seen.  Even you.”

No response.

Calling An Escort Service

An hour later, to save humiliation I called room service and had a porter send up the paper, which was done within a minute.  I used this as an option to save grace, as money was no expense.  I could remain the recluse and hide in this room, have an escort delivered up and have sex, or reserve this for tomorrow.

The paper however was useless, so I came online with the dial up connection I had, and called some local escort services.

I called three escort agency in Perth.  I asked one escort agency if the female did Greek, which means anal sex.  Well.  Who cares.

The base price to receive an escort for an hour was $230 and $300 for anal sex.  I agreed.

The name of the female was alias Sarah, a 5’5 size-six female with C-cup boobs.  The female from the agency and I agreed on half an hour.  She called back for a confirmation of details, and told me Sarah was on her way.

I expected to see Sarah at 12:30 a.m.