deadly unna

My name is Gary, people in this town call me Blacky, and I’m known as one of the football team members. I live in a small town but I love huge modern cities and urban design. I love my mother, but my father is a drunkard. At our last fishing trip, my father was drunk and threw me out of the wheelhouse. He is always like this. Never sober, selfish and reckless.

Some people in my town are racist. Blacks aren’t respected by other local people. This is especially true on Dumby Red. I didn’t go to Dumby’s funeral because my mother didn’t want me to. I tried to go to the funeral and dressed perfectly, but I had taken my tie from an old man. The tie was awkwardly wide, and had the resemblance of a bib. I went to the Sandhill then I saw a sign which was on the fence. It read, “THE POINT ABORIGINAL RESERVE – NO ENTRY WITHOUT PRIOR PERMISSION.”

I climbed through the bottom strands and got into the point. The Port was different from my perspective. I could not see many people. I spent a significant amount of time trying to locate the venue that the funeral was taking place in, but to no avail. Then, I met Clarence. I followed her to a crowd of people who were all standing beneath me. I also saw people I knew from footy, but I was the only white there and nobody talked to me. I felt conspicuous and self-conscious. I felt for Dummy’s hair because they did it all wrong. A sense of peacefulness came to me when the world fell silent. Eventually, I went home with Clarence and her parents. I didn’t like Dummy when I met him because of my raging jealousy. Dummy was a fantastic player and everything he did was always better than mine, despite the fact that he didn’t receive the “Player of the March” award. I really hated the graffiti. When I saw this, I didn’t feel angry; the only thing it did was remind me to think of my retirement. When I got to the butcher’s and saw this sign, “SPECIAL THICK SAUSAGE $2.99 KG” all I could read was “BOONGS GO AWAY.” Then, I came to the