Dispatches from the west.

At 10.43pm on a Tuesday night, I find myself sat in bed with my laptop and moody cat. It just dawned on me that the last two weeks or so has been one of the best times i've had in over a year because of the amazing people (who I won't name but i'm sure they know who they are) i've been lucky enough to hang out with, keep me company or just be genuinely good to me. I also  recently realised that my hatred towards mankind had dropped somewhat, until i got a phone call from my Psycologist but that's another story and that was the end of that feeling of euphoria. It's ironic that sometimes the people or person you care about the most are the ones to fuck you over without a second thought. Oh well, onwards and upwards. Swings and Roundabouts. Life goes on and all that bullshit.
After sitting in traffic on the M5, we arrived at Campbelltown Sports Centre earlier this evening. Sydney F.C started their pre-season against a team who's name escapes me, in fucking Campbelltown on a brisk Tuesday night. The average age of the crowd was about 15 and it seemed that 15 year olds don't feel the cold as Nautica caps and walk-shorts were in abundance. The highlight wasn't even the match itself. Whoever the fuck number 14 is for Sydney should pack his bags and jog on. The $10 price of admission was proved well worth it though, as midway through the first half, flares were let off and security fucking demolished some dude who didn't move for the rest of the match until the Ambulance crew came and carted him off on a stretcher. This guy was laid out, but i guess that's what you get when you throw a wheelie bin and start handing out fly kicks like it's the best idea in the world. I don't know, maybe he thought his Judas Priest fingerless leather gloves were going to somehow magically protect him from the punishment he received. People like that annoy me. He was certainly the odd one out as he looked like a cross between Rob Halford and a bald Yngwie Malmsteen, among a sea of pre-pubescent juvenile delinquents. Also guy, someone is going to notice you hurling a green wheelie bin around so you've done yourslef no favours.
There were some older chavs around but they mostly kept to themselves until the Police turned up, and almost on instinct split up and got the fuck out of there as quick as they could even though they literally did nothing wrong.
I enjoy people watching, and it's interesting observing groups of younger people in that age bracket and you just know the path they are on and where they are heading. No guesswork. They have been brought up in a certain environment, and they will most likely be the one to jack your shit at an ATM or demand you hand over your expensive as shit Northface Jacket, just because they can. If that's our hope for the future, that is a truly demoralising situation we will find ourselves in.
Capping off the night though, was seeing old mate Zeljko "Spider" Kalac having a kick about. One of the worst goalkeepers ever, who played for one of the world's biggest clubs was kicking balls at halftime in Campbelltown. If you asked me to list things that i never thought i would see, that scenario would be up there.
Anyway, humanity sucks, and there's a tonne of people out there who are shit but it's how we endure it and treat others that defines us in the end.
I don't know.
Fuck it, i guess.