It's going to be a couple of weeks until I can get a decent mp3 recorder

but I really want to make that phone call now. Aside from not having a decent recording device, my only real problem is staying anonymous to this person. I guess posting a blog about it isn't really going to help, but I think I should make this call from a payphone in the city. If I'm completely honest I'm still more than a bit paranoid about it all. I'm not sure how to record the earpiece and my voice at the same time either, so if anyone has an idea on that let me know.

Given that I get paid monthly and my cousin got married last week, I won't be able to buy a decent mp3 player for another couple of weeks.

Instead, I'll tell you about a story I only remembered because of an off-hand comment my dad said a few days ago. He was talking about boy racers waking him up at night. Everywhere I go there seems to be a different name for these kids, but I'm talking about kids that will spend $5000 on a second hand honda civic then spend $15000 "improving" it. Then they'll find a carpark in the city to show off their fully sick subwoofers and shitty new turbo exhaust. UHHNNNNNTSCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. UHHNNNNNTSCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. You get the idea.

Anyway, a few weeks ago I was woken up at about three in the morning by a boy racer in the alleyway behind my house (which I should show you more of now that I think about it - it's all connected to shitrag block), who had pulled over just so he could rev his car as hard as possible. I don't even think there was anyone in his car that he was trying to impress. The mind of a boy racer is a complex one.

I heard a few of my neighbours shouting at him and he was shouting back, so I got up and went out to the balcony to see what was happening. By this stage he had got out of his car and was just kinda shouting at the sky as five voices shouted back. I heard him shout "What the fuck are ya gonna do about it?", so I went inside.

I went to my fridge and got a couple of eggs. I only got a couple because I wanted some eggs for breakfast. I like eggs. Eggs are versatile.

I went back out and chucked the eggs at his car, one hit the windshield and one hit the doorframe. I stood there for a minute as he looked around wildly to see where the eggs had come from before I realised that I was naked and it was cold. I heard him shout "WHERE THE FUCK DID THOSE EGGS COME FROM?" and I was tempted to yell back, but I didn't.

I went back in to get some pants because I was awake now and needed some closure before I could go to bed happy. I got back outside to see one of the greatest moments of mob justice I have ever experienced. There were eggs flying from at least eight directions. Someone chucked a whole carton. This dickhead was just standing there screaming at the sky. It was a perfect moment where time almost stood still. It was serene. Eventually the eggs stopped and he shouted "I'm gonna call the cops".

Someone from across the alley shouted in a voice that hurts my throat to imitate, even quietly, "WE'VE ALREADY FUCKIN CALLED THEM YOU LITTLE CUUUUUNT". It's really hard to convey in text just how much venom there was in this guy's voice. He sounded like he was choking while he screamed. I can honestly say that I am not capable of shouting like that, and I'm a pretty loud person.

Boy racer just got back in his car and drove away. Quietly.

I guess I didn't remember it the next day because I slept so well afterwards.