During my horrid weekend I decided to lay myself down on my pale blue carpet with my head close to the window so I could see the bright blue sky. While lying there thinking about nothing in particular I suddenly recalled that about 3 years ago I had stored money in an unread Harry Potter Book. I scrounged around in my bookshelf for the series and flipped through pages of various wizard tales to find a total of $400. Not only did I find this amazing stash of money, but each note had a different message scrawled across it in red maker that I had obviously done before storing the notes.
“We are prone to judge success by the index of our salaries or the size of or automobiles rather than by the quality of our services and our relationship to humanity.”
I’m not too sure about the legality of de-facing Australian currency so I am going to remove it (just incase I’m commiting a crime) and replace it with the same quotes but in a less subtle colour and size font. I cant even imagine who’s purse or wallet these notes will end up in. I hope they notice them.
"One of my good friends lost her house and all of her belongings in the black Saturday bushfires on the 7th of February. Exactly 3 months to the day, someone broke into the house that there were temporarily staying in and stole things they had either saved or just recently replaced. But this girl really is amazing. I can't believe how she sat here next to me with a smile on her face and comfort me while I chucked a fit over the fact that I didn’t bring my A Man for All Seasons play to my English SAC. Every time something goes wrong in my life or I feel in the dumps, I just think of how strong she is and how she’s still able to live her life joyfully even after she lost everything. I know you’re not going to read this, but girl, I love you and I cherish our friendship immensely" -Written during English SAC
Two good friends spilt their guts while emptying a one litre bottle of Jack Daniels, sharing drags from the same cigarettes and regurgitating the same dinner at the same acquaintances’ house. Two good friends picked away at the stitches that hold each human being together and found out what their insides are really made of. Two good friends held hands and walked step-by-step on route to Whitehorse rd and in the right direction to becoming more than just good friends.
Waiting at the station for my daily morning commute, The apple flavored Smirnoff that two young men were pouring into plastic cups tickled my nostrils. While an older lady stared on in disgust, I smiled and wished them luck for a better day.