Thursday, March 18, 2010

I love stories like this one.

Young guy, struggling in Sudan. No real hope for a better life, no way out. Becomes a refugee, immigrates to Australia and promises himself he's going to make the most of it. He can never go back to that place from where he came.

He sits on the stoop, writing, rhyming. His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. There is probably vomit on his sweater already. Maybe it's his mum's spaghetti, maybe it's not. Cue montage. Hustling, making moves, making contacts, hot African girl doesn't give him the time of day, he tells her he'll see her soon.

Then BAM! He's in the game! Stacks of greenbacks and some kind of concept car is how he rolls now. And how about that hot African girl, how you see him now shorty!? 6:45pm showing of Dear John at Village Hoyts is how you see him now, shorty.

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