Bundoora: Y u no drive good?

Now, those that know me know that I'm from the south-east of melbourne. Frankston.

There are a lot of negative connotations that come to mind when thinking of Frankston, and a lot of them have a good reason too. Yes there is a lot of dole checks being past on for drugs. Yes there are fat single mums screaming about something on a pay phone in the middle of the shops. Yes i did see someone once having a full on fap at the public "pay per minute" internet computers in the middle of the shopping centre. I know. The List goes on. 

All this being said, there is one ray of light that shines through. People general know how to drive. 

Since making the move to the northern suburbs (Bundoora), I have to ask one question: Why you no learn how to drive? 

I don't know if its the fact that there's a lot more people living closer together, and that the roads are over crowded, if people are in a rush, or that know one taught them how to drive. BUT FUCK ME DEAD. 

The amount of times that I've been cut off without people indicating, people going either 45km's under or over the speed limit, people pulling out left right and centre without looking... IT JUST MAKES NO SENSE. WHY DO THESE PEOPLE CONSISTENTLY DO THIS? 

FUCK.

Tatto's and Easter

I'm going to be running this blog concurrently to my music blog "Respect Is Real". This one however, is gonna be filled with random shit that I do, find funny or in general want to have a rant about.

First of all, writing this on easter Sunday, sitting next to my sister while she's giving my mate a tattoo.
Don't get me wrong, this isn't as retarded as it sounds, she is a very talented/skilled tattooist... and I'm sure that if I had any of ideas of what I actually wanted I would be covered in them by now... but thats another story.

Over this weekend went to see my mum for her birthday... went out for breakfast, then went to see "The best exotic marigold hotel"... movie was great. Loved every second of it. When i get old, I wanna move to India hahahaha.

Speaking of moving to India, friend of mine was telling me that the guitarist from his old band went a bit nuts (a bit may be the biggest understatement of the year) and decided that it was his lives calling to move to India, to write his cook book.

Unfortunately, said cook book doesn't appear to have been written yet...

I how for one however, look forward to its release... but then again, I am an optimist.