Here it is 3:17 am and I'm waiting for
my train. I've just come from a party
where the host played, I don't know
what sort of music you'd call it. It
had a heavy beat, all about death, and
loud. Did I say it was loud? It was so
loud that even now my head is still
thumping.

I took a handful of pills to try and
ease the pain, all to no effect as yet.
At this time of morning the underground
station was almost empty, except for
the usual bums sleeping on the benches.
The one on the bench near me sounded
like a spastic chainsaw.

Outside, up top, it was wet and chilly,
just your typical spring night in
Sydney. If I'd had some money left over
I would have caught a taxi home, but I
had spent it all on grog. Two bottles
of Jagermeister and a dozen cans of Red
Bull. Jager Bombs being my choice of
drink. They certainly pick you up and
bounce you around.

Would have stayed there longer if it
wasn't for that damned music. Possibly
getting caught in the bedroom with the
host's girlfriend might have had
something to do with being bounced out
the door and could also have something
to do with my head hurting. Thank God
here comes my train.

I had a thumping headache and no matter
what I did I could not shift it. Even
with all the pills I'd taken I could
still see red before my eyes.

It certainly did not help that the train
I was on had a drunken idiot on it. He
was so drunk that he was almost legless.
To make things worse he was trying to
sing 'Starman', a song by David Bowie.

He sounded more like a chorus of randy
alley cats. I would dearly love to give
him cement shoes and drop him off a
wooden pier.

With my luck I'd leave my fingerprints
in the cement and I'd probably get
locked up for nine lifetimes. Thank God
that this was my station. As I left the
train and the David Bowie fan I could
not help but wish him bad Karma.