yeah so it was just another normal day. i was kicken' back on the couch, eating sum dim sims (steamed not fried...for all u sick fuckers that liked fried better :P). anyways...dad got called out on a ambulance call. it's not too shocking that that happened. i mean, this is a small town, but people do get hurt out on the farms and all that, so i wasn't too worried when he left. it took dad 5 hours to get back (which isn't normal)...i asked him who it was ( he isn't meant to tell me the names, but he does anyways). and dad was like "i don't think u want to know who or what happened buddy". dad the dumb fuck don't see that when he says that i have to know....thats like telling a kid not to play with matches. i got it out of him, and i found out that an old mate that i used to be in class with tried to kill him self. he took a fuck load of panadol and was found laying on the floor waiting to die. well that more that fucking shocked me. a mate...trying to end his life. i feel sorry for the poor bugga, cuz there has to be sumthing wrong for him to want to do that, and i have no idea whats up. he has gone away for a while. to stay in a hospital to get mentaly better. no one in the twon is meant to know, so when he gets back i will try to be mates with him and catch up with him on old times and shit. i couldn't take it if a mate, or even an old mate killed him self. on lighter news...i got the guns out with dad the other day. looked over them and cleaned sum of them. dad has this one gun, is is 7.62mm "pig shooter". lol. i had a good laugh when dad said that, but he used to ride a motor bike up in queensland and chase pigs and then take them down with the "pig shooter". i am sure that the 7.62 shell would leave more that a small hole in any oinkers that dad came across. i want him to take me. that was most of my weekend. not much else happened. i'm sure i will have sumthing to write about in the next few days...