Big Mac's Monologue
“What a waste.” I slurred to Big Mac.
“What’s that?” Big mac replied with his usual aussie twang.
“What. A. Waste.” I looked him dead in the eye.
“You alright, Bob?”
“Yeah mate, just disappointed?”
“Disappointed?”
“With my son. You know what? He shouldn’t even be that, with my little, vulnerable daughter.” I spat on the ground in disgust, that really got the locals attention, nosey buggars they are.
Big Mac had his hand down his pants with his belt undone, a thing they called “adjusting”. I’ve been ‘ere 23 years and never understood why these country boys always “adjusted”.
“Which one of the boys this time?” Big Mac asked me, bit of attitude there too.
“Gary.” Never in my life have I said a word with that much disgust.
“Argh, Bob, he’s only …show more content…
I was in the wheelhouse controlling the old girl, one of the boys were on the bowl spirit and the other was lying on the deck. Finally got to a decent fishing spot. “Get the bait chopped up, can ya Gary?” I asked Gary. He went to go fetch the bait and did what I said. The boys were talking while doing the bait. I had a good feeling about this trip, felt like I was gonna catch a lot.’
“Gary is a bit of a lucky charm for ya, ain’t he?”
“Yeah, he usually is. Guess his luck ran out today.”
‘The bottom was as flat as a tack, and I knew that there ain’t no snappers there, never are in the flat areas, usually around em holes and edges. Then the needle jagged forward and just what I needed, a reef. “You boys get ready.” I said to em, went to grab my line and came back. “Now!” I yelled. Boys and I dropped our sinkers and waited. For such a good spot, not much was happening. “Nothing, ey?” I asked the boys. “Nothing for me, dad” Tim said. “Bring ya rods back up, I’m gonna move the big girl.” I moved it on a bit, surely some bloody snapper gotta be here. Nothing …show more content…
“You’re trying to kill us! You hate us!”
“Get back in the fucking cabin!” I screamed. I gave him a shove, he crawled his way back to the cabin. What a failure.
After another two hours of the Meryl and I wrestling with the tides, we finally won. The hatch of the cabin opened and both of the boys came out. I couldn’t say a word to ‘em. We moored the boat and rowed to shore in silence. We reached the car when the sun came out. “You’re never going on my boat again.” I said quietly.
“You hear me?” I asked.
He didn’t reply.
“You’re never going on my boat again.”
“My own son, a gutless wonder.”
“A gutless fucking wonder.”’
“Bit harsh on the boy, ain’t ya?” Mick questioned, Big Mac nodded his fat head at that too.
“If you saw it, you’d understand.” I said, standing up.
I walked out of the bar, without saying farewell to anyone, although I could tell all of ‘em was staring at me.
The bar was my kind of escape, a way that I can forget about my worries and responsibilities. Sometimes I didn’t want to go home, I didn’t want to see those kids, I didn’t want to see my wife not talking to me, always working for those kids. Sometimes, I just wish I could forget about this
“What’s that?” Big mac replied with his usual aussie twang.
“What. A. Waste.” I looked him dead in the eye.
“You alright, Bob?”
“Yeah mate, just disappointed?”
“Disappointed?”
“With my son. You know what? He shouldn’t even be that, with my little, vulnerable daughter.” I spat on the ground in disgust, that really got the locals attention, nosey buggars they are.
Big Mac had his hand down his pants with his belt undone, a thing they called “adjusting”. I’ve been ‘ere 23 years and never understood why these country boys always “adjusted”.
“Which one of the boys this time?” Big Mac asked me, bit of attitude there too.
“Gary.” Never in my life have I said a word with that much disgust.
“Argh, Bob, he’s only …show more content…
I was in the wheelhouse controlling the old girl, one of the boys were on the bowl spirit and the other was lying on the deck. Finally got to a decent fishing spot. “Get the bait chopped up, can ya Gary?” I asked Gary. He went to go fetch the bait and did what I said. The boys were talking while doing the bait. I had a good feeling about this trip, felt like I was gonna catch a lot.’
“Gary is a bit of a lucky charm for ya, ain’t he?”
“Yeah, he usually is. Guess his luck ran out today.”
‘The bottom was as flat as a tack, and I knew that there ain’t no snappers there, never are in the flat areas, usually around em holes and edges. Then the needle jagged forward and just what I needed, a reef. “You boys get ready.” I said to em, went to grab my line and came back. “Now!” I yelled. Boys and I dropped our sinkers and waited. For such a good spot, not much was happening. “Nothing, ey?” I asked the boys. “Nothing for me, dad” Tim said. “Bring ya rods back up, I’m gonna move the big girl.” I moved it on a bit, surely some bloody snapper gotta be here. Nothing …show more content…
“You’re trying to kill us! You hate us!”
“Get back in the fucking cabin!” I screamed. I gave him a shove, he crawled his way back to the cabin. What a failure.
After another two hours of the Meryl and I wrestling with the tides, we finally won. The hatch of the cabin opened and both of the boys came out. I couldn’t say a word to ‘em. We moored the boat and rowed to shore in silence. We reached the car when the sun came out. “You’re never going on my boat again.” I said quietly.
“You hear me?” I asked.
He didn’t reply.
“You’re never going on my boat again.”
“My own son, a gutless wonder.”
“A gutless fucking wonder.”’
“Bit harsh on the boy, ain’t ya?” Mick questioned, Big Mac nodded his fat head at that too.
“If you saw it, you’d understand.” I said, standing up.
I walked out of the bar, without saying farewell to anyone, although I could tell all of ‘em was staring at me.
The bar was my kind of escape, a way that I can forget about my worries and responsibilities. Sometimes I didn’t want to go home, I didn’t want to see those kids, I didn’t want to see my wife not talking to me, always working for those kids. Sometimes, I just wish I could forget about this