I ain’t no writer, but Matt Huynh asked me to submit something for his Chinatown Comics project. here’s my dumb story;
I moved outta home with no money, which at the time never really dawned on me as a problem until I realised, fuck, I gotta eat. mi goreng was a staple, but usually we’d go to paddy’s markets each Sunday right before they closed with a pocket full of change and the marked down almost rotting veggies managed to feed us for a week. I could never handle that place. So many people packed together, rushing, grabbing, marketers shouting cheapa cheapa, one dollar banana and shit I couldn’t understand
I’d get outta there as quick as possible and calm myself by sitting out the front with a cigarette and watched people go past. There used to be this dog that sat out front, too. I never saw its owner but it wore some Oakleys and had a tin out in front of him. People would go past, pet him and give him some money. I always wondered who it belonged to, how it got there and why people thought this dog deserved some of their hard earned money just ‘cause it sat there with some sunglasses on. I used to drop in some money too and wondered what the dog would do with it.
Each week I’d do the same shit. rush in, out, sit and watch, until one week the dog wasn’t there, and he wasn’t there the next week or the week after that either. I began to worry and think of the worst. Was he ok? Did someone take him away? Did he get sick? please, goddamnit, I hope you’re okay.
I stopped going to the markets after I got a raise at work and started shopping at coles and almost forgot about that damn dog until I went back recently and saw him again. Same dog, same tin, but he’d saved enough money and upgraded from those Oakleys to Raybans. We were going places.