Otto "live" Powers

At work, 12 hours a day, my surroundings don't change. Every day is a reminder of the day prior and a prediction of what tomorrow holds. The mundane brain kill I put myself through everyday is like a construction ground hog day, but unlike Phil Connors no matter how well I treat people this cycle continues. Out of work, back at camp, things aren't to much better. I get home go straight for dinner, come back to my room for a shower then into bed for 2 hrs of trawling Facebook and instagram thinking of funny ways to criticise people, mainly out of jealousy but also cause..... I'm jealous.

One of the funner times I've been having lately is on my bus ride home. Out those big bay windows the top end is in full flight. Australian bogan culture  is rich and crowned king of the land. On any given day it's not weird for me to look out the window at the lights and see a couple blokes having a sculling comp with tallies.... while driving. The natural gas industry has gone and given some of the worlds most stupid people a shit ton of money and they are smoking, drinking and impregnating what ever they can.

Our bus drivers change from trip to trip, somehow though lately I've been scoring the same dude. This guy is a modern day Otto with Kenny Powers dress sense. So yes, he is everything cool embodied in one single human being. For the last couple of trips I've pretty much just been impressed with his ability to play pretty bad ass 80/90's music consistently and at such a loud volume that most everyone on the bus hates him, but he gives no fuck to that, it's his ride and he'll bump what ever he wants. Today though, today he shone. It was like any other day, we were cruising along at a medium pace O.P. Had his black leather boots on, blacked out speed dealer sunnies on and although I'm to intimidated to check closely, what looks to be a pounamu necklace (the ones that are like green hook looking things that are sold in every place thats remotely New Zealandish) Anyway he was chillin' pumping the toons (his spelling not mine) and out of no where, as it does in the top end a massive storm rolled in. This shit was heavy, lads on the bus had their phones out filming just how little you could see ahead, I was in the front row just over O.Ps shoulder and i could not see a single white line, side of road or brake light ahead it was black out... Did he take his shades off to see better NO did he pull to the side of the road or even slow the pace a little NO O.T. reached for his ipod that was currently pumping alien ant farm and I kid you not he quickly clicked his way to "rain mix" playlist on the pod. For the following 10 minutes of black out death ride while everyone on the bus shit themselves and sent out final messages to loved ones, O.T. sang at the top of his voice the following 3 songs, with the first song being repeated twice while he safely and possibly unknowingly drove us to our destination. Live - Lighting Crashes, The Who - Love reign o'er me and The Doors - Riders on the storm. It was fucked up and I found misfortune and a deep sense of self disappointment in the fact that going about my life the way I am I will never amount to half the human O.T. is.

I know I missed a Friday Phrase but today at lunch I heard this conversation, not the best but still piss funny (be sure to read in your most occa accent and read "fucking" the way i spell it that will help get the accent)
"you been to that new maccas?"
"nup, you?"
''yeah"
"howzit?"
"fharrken fancy as fhuck"
"yeah?''
"yeah fharrken cafe and shit"
"fhuck that'll bring in the poofs"
"cunts"