Dot and Mars: You can't stop us, cause we like doing it

Caught the train home from Hawthorn station last night so i think that was the Lilydale line... and it was a bit of an eye-opener, ya know. There were millions and millions of teenagers. Delinquent, teenaged, little fuckers. I dunno if they were all from the same school or what, but there were over a hundred of them on this train headed into the city for an underage night somewhere or something.

Anyway, i have never seen anything like it... As we all know, i grew up in various suburbs along the Frankston line, so i've seen/been my fair share of filthy public... but this was unreal. There were children, about 15 or so, hanging from the roof of the train, smoking on the train, letting off those fire cracker things you see at the soccer on the train. Not to mention mouthing off something shocking... This one woman asked one of the boys who was yelling at another person at the other end of the carriage "you're a muthafuckingpussy, you're a muthafuckingpussy" etc.. to mind his language. She was met with a finger in her face, "YOU'RE a muthafuckingpussy!"

They were gross. So the train driver kicked everyone off at Richmond, which would have really pissed me off if i wasn't getting off there in any case. Anyway i thought one of the little fuckers was going to get hit by a train as they all jumped off the platform and ran across in front of a train onto the tracks. Even the girls who looked like (only just) overgrown Bratz Dolls and sweet jesus, i'll admit that i have a potty mouth, but i have NOTHING on these girls. It was scary thinking of the trouble these kids could find themselves in.

So we're all at the station now, and they start letting off those cracker things again, then they pick a fight with a couple of smackies and i see this one little bastard tear past me wearing his oh-so-fashinable bandana across his face. Sadly he looked less like a cowboy, and more like a little terrorist waiting to happen.

It was kind of interesting, in that i didn't necessarily feel threatened as such by these children, but more scared about the trouble they would more than likely find themselves in that night. Boys pumped with red bull and testosterone and these girls just waiting to be abused in one way or another. And where exactly do these parents think their children are? Wouldn't you just die if you saw your kid on the news, beating up a smackie, after being filmed on the CCTV.

It was unreal. I felt like i wasn't in Melbourne and in some war-zone somewhere. That's how out of control these shit-bags were. Anyway, we got off at (lovely, clean, civilised) Cheltenham, where there are always teenagers just hanging out and this group of about 20 of them hopped off in front of us... i said i my friend, look at our teenagers down here... walking along in an orderly fashion, no pushing, swearing, fighting. Isn't it nice living in the South Eastern suburbs instead of those ungodly (evidentally) Eastern suburbs... it's not a cesspit down here afterall.


Anyway... i'm off to Sorrento for the weekend where i'm sure i wont find any more groups of marauding teenagers. Choke. Happy NY, yo.

done by Mars