Lots of time has passed, and when lots of time passes, then lots of shit happens, so much so that I don’t know where to begin.
Starting with the end of Thursday, shit happened. I probably got dropped off home but I’m not sure. We might have gone out somewhere.
On Friday I got to work. I done some work, caught the train to the city, and then started to come home.
Calling my dad, I got picked up and dropped off home, where I ate and got ready to go out.
CTS Is Born
Thinking back, Friday was an alright night. But we didn’t really do anything because it was raining hard.
We did burn outs.
We went to Macarthur Square and done drags.
We looked for Phoenix to talk dirty to her, but she wasn’t around.
When Ralf was drunk, he came up with a name for our group called ‘CTS’ meaning ‘Campbelltown Thug Society’.
Friday ended around 1am.
That’s when Saturday came.
Saturday Mom Buys Camera
In the daytime I woke up at 10:30am. I listened to the mix I made Jewell.
While listening, Jett came over. We sat and conversed.
My mom came home from shopping. She’d bought a camera. So I took it and snapped Jett. I was mucking around in my room taking pictures of my speakers and room.
Perving At Macarthur Square
Getting edgy, we drove to Macarthur Square where we put them in to get developed within the hour.
Walking around we met up with Sonya.
We sat down perving at girls going past and taking snapshots of them with no film to see the reaction.
Ralf also met up with us.
Jett didn’t have a car then. We got our photos developed, which turned out mad.
Hanging At Pizza Hut
Then we caught the train to Campbelltown Pizza Hut. Hearing of a party early on, a very good one, Miroslav rang me up telling me of its whereabouts. What a good lad.
Lucas was with Phoenix. It kind of bothered me at first but we got used to it. Me and Lucas bonded once more like nothing happened. More on that later.
Getting told about the party, I took the camera out with me and took some pictures, actually lots of the group and of myself.
One was me doing a handstand on a building at Pizza Hut five meters in the air. I got it taken while I was just about to fall. I landed on my feet.
Stealing two rolls of 36 exposures, that’s what we used tonight only one roll.
The Car Accident
Ali and Imad dropped Thelma off, Ali’s woman.
Lucas and Ralf had cars which people crammed into to go to the party.
There was a mad accident tonight near Tatton’s house where a man got run over by a car while riding his skateboard across the busy road. Landing on the car, he slid off and crushed his skull in. Lucas drove me past. I took two pictures. I have to get them developed to see if they turned out.
The Stripper Party
Arriving at the party was mad. There were only 8 or so of us and about 100 at the party, but we looked fit for our reputation.
At first only Imad and I walked in. I had all my black on like a hood. Imad was a typical Leb. Walking back out, the rest of the group came inside. Looking at them walk in, they all looked like sick cunts, like a soundtrack picture for a nigga rap. All in slow motion, everyone stared at us once we walked in, then stayed away.
The guy needed some money for the stripper. So we gathered two cars and drove to bash someone on the road.
Collecting Stripper Money
Driving to the R.S.L club in Ingleburn we prayed on a big group of people that walked through the dark parts of the park. Me holding a log in my hand ready to commence battle, it turned out they were from the party and knew the person having the birthday.
The stripper was about to turn up to the party so we drove there quickly and walked in. This time we got seats and made ourselves comfortable, with me taking pictures of all the hot chickies.
There were a couple of hot girls there looking in my direction but I didn’t respond. I was too busy being a tough cunt. All looking like sick cunts sitting on stools in a line, and every one of us dressed as hoods, jackets, trench coats, the lot.
Starting Fights At The Party
That’s when someone from the party came up to Jett and asked if we rolled someone down at the station, because he knew him. Picking on Jett, real close, I told him to back off. I got up and so did everyone else in my group.
That’s when everyone from the party came rushing over. That caused a big confrontation, because we’re the hoods, we get the trouble, but we took it.
Everyone was up in the air. There was a big tall cunt, very tall. Imad stood up to him because the tall cunt was drunk and pissing him off.
It was getting out of hand because we didn’t do shit and we were getting blamed. So at first I told them to back off calmly. They mostly listened. But then they started again, so I started screaming.
“Back Off!”
It was fun because they listened.
I got people from the other side coming up to me explaining themselves to me.
Meanwhile everyone was on each other. The tall cunt was confronting Imad. Shawn was behind him ready to sweep him and fuck him up.
It wasn’t just our little group. Tino, Habib, Salib and the Lebs came to help.
Miroslav and his friends would have helped and a whole lot of other groups there we would have been assisted from. We had the power, so I had the power to break it off.
The Stripper Dances
Breaking it up was a good thing though because it got the party going with each other knowing each other. So when the stripper came on I took pictures galore. But she wasn’t that good. I wouldn’t fuck her.
After the stripper finished the party was over.
Meeting Margaret
We drove to Woodbine Macdonald’s where we met everyone, especially these hot chicks. We blocked them off. Then I got out to talk to them.
It was Linda, Maura’s friend that liked me ages ago and I liked her. I had my eye on her friend all night though called Margaret, oddly enough. She had a mad set on her, a mad face, and she was nice, petite and quiet.
I took a picture of all the girls altogether at Woodbine Macdonald’s, about 20 of them, all hot.
Driving to Campbelltown Macdonald’s we hassled them to go out with us somewhere. They didn’t want to, so before they left for home they got our numbers.
I wanted Margaret’s phone number but no one got hers. So Lucas followed them. Lucas put her on his phone and I asked smoothly for her number. She was very eager to send it. I called her up. I was happy. That topped my night off. She wants me to call her tomorrow on her mobile phone at 3pm. That’s what I’m doing.
Driving to Randy ranch at 3am we met up with Miroslav, Redd, Jaromir, Hudson and a whole stream of the others.
Meeting Lyssa
The hot chick I had seen ages ago, the blonde with Rory, a really hot one called Lyssa, was there. One night when we went egging with Ali, he threw an egg at a bunch of girls. It turned out we hit her in the leg and bruised it. I said sorry for everyone and showed her I was there, but she already knew.
She’s a goddess. She has it all, and I have a chance if I took it.
Taking pictures of her all night and flattering her to the max was the go. If I wanted her, I’d get her address from someone and then send her the best photo that I took of her and then put my number on the back of it or nothing at all, to see if she rings me.
I can’t wait to get these photos developed.
It’s time to eat and go to sleep, so that I can wake up tomorrow to read the paper we stole and then ring Margaret. She’s 19 years old and hot!
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
