hands-in-the-air

So there I was enjoying the music and the ambiance, and the guy next to me started talking to me …

Dude: So yeah I just moved here from over east.
Me: Yeah? Where from?
Dude: Newcastle.
Me: Ah yeah. What’s it like over there?
Dude: It’s nice you know, not like a big city. Very simple way of life. Very Aussie.
Me: Uhuh.
Dude: Not like Sydney or Melbourne, where you know, it’s play spot-the-Aussie. *suddenly realises my decidedly non-white face* Oh, no offense.
Me: None taken.
Dude: But I just think like if you come here, you should at least learn to speak English you know?
Me: I agree. Be proud of your culture but make an effort to join the rest of us.
Dude: Yeah yeah that’s what I mean. So you look pretty happy tonight.
Me: Uhuh.
Dude: Are you on something?
Me: Maybe.
Dude: Know where I can get some?
Me: Nah sorry.
Dude: Any spares on you?
Me: Nope.

We chatted a bit more after this. How I’ve been here 20 years and he could tell from the way I talked; how it’s so hard to get drugs when one’s new in town because no one trusts you (too right!). He bought a round of drinks, and I bought him a round. After that I joined my friends on the other side of the club.

A tip for the kiddies: anyone who asks you about getting some drugs the first time you meet them could be an undercover policeman. So play it safe and feign ignorance! ;)