Straight after our nightshifts i rendevouz with Agent Stone in the 'Monkey' Cafe in Glebe. I am tired, slightly disheveled, somewhat angry with the world, it's unfortunate because i really wanted to enjoy my time with Agent Stone but recent events are filtering through my defenses, i have not really dealt with Jakobs lack of interest in me, i have not fully grieved for my grandmother, i miss my own family, my brother, i feel out of whack, bent outta shape so far i have no shape, i slip and slide through the market, the earring dude still has not got the clasp for my other earring, its been two months now, Glebe markets, the same old junk, the same t shirts, the same, thai fishermen's pants, the same books, the same socialist workers selling magazines selling socialism. Green Left person says to me, 'Hey do you want to buy a paper?'
'No thanks. I am a Capitalist.'
'Yeah well ya fucking dress like one.'
I am actually wearing board shorts and a t shirt with the sleeves cut off.
Yes this morning I thought, i know i will dress like a capitalist, just to annoy socialists. This is why I am a capitalist. Socialists are dumb, they have no fucking brains at all.
Yeah. Capitalism is an awful system, riddled with faults but it works better than anything else, not all of us want to work in factories supplying the state with nuts and bolts for it's tractors. I actually like the Green Movement, it's the only movement that can save us really but it must operate through a capitalist system, else it can only be a fringe movement. ie solar panels have to be mass produced and sold competitively else no one will buy them. Besides i never saw a socialist country run a benefit concert or offer financial assistance to another less fortunate country.
Anyways we move through the markets and i am floating in an ocean of pretty girls, trying on sunglasses, hats, testing soaps, drinking smoothies, holding hands, ahh summer daze in the city.
We drive over to the fish markets and i stock up on my fish for the next two weeks, i usually eat swordfish, sushami, salmon and get a tub of occy to eat for lunch. It's agent Stones first fish market experience and she gets some sort of prawn thingy. We wander through taste testing. I have to leave, my head is spinning, my fish are melting. I miss my home, my dog, my hammock.