Mongrel
Without Prejudice
I have a friend called Mongrel. When I was with Nifty Nev he had gone to the Pub and met him.
"What was he like". I asked avidly.
"Pretty much as you'd imagine!"
I was not to meet him unitl later at a party. He looked like one of the ZZ Top boys, gey long greasy hair and a long grey beard. He wore skinny black jeans and a tee shirt and biker jacket and boots, pointed, always. He loved a drink or a thousand and it was hard to undestand him when he was drunk.
He loved my daughters kids and has them in his wallet,
"My babies", he croons at the pictures.
The kids call him Kooroo, which in Muldy means "Old man", he was married once and in love a few times and had a few kids, 7 I think. He lost a baby boy to cot death many years ago and he never ever got over it. He used to work but now he is drifting further and further into alcoholism. He already has "wet brain" so someone looks after him now up the country.
The legend was that he was actually in the Mongrel Mob many years ago and he dresses like he snd his forehead is tattooed. He is a legendary drunk but is harmless. He once was so drunk he fell and broke his arm and it's never been fixed and it is a little bent now.
He knows a lot of people though and he can help you out in the most amazing ways. My daughter and son in law took him in for 12 months. I went around one day and I trimmed his beard and hair and he hated it, hated it. I also cleaned his feet and nails as they were black with filfth.
He came to my house in Noble Park once and we all sat around drinking.
"I can't escape, you know "
"What", I asked,
"This life", and he pointed at his tattoed face.
"you can't just opt out, you know"
His name was Peter and I asked about his kids. At that time I was single had an ex who was Irish and giving me the slightest bit of trouble.
"I'll get you a gun", he said.
"You could shoot him ! "
I just laughed but I don't think he was kidding. he told me then he had seen a murder once. he couldn't tell anyone. It happened on the railway line near me years before and involved drug money. I was shocked, sickened and then I asked him why he watched.
"I had to or they would have killed me "
"Oh", was my cotton mouthed reply.
I didn't know if he was telling the truth or he was just really drunk. But he turned out to be the most moral of men and gentlemanly. He had an old fashioned courtesy to women.
He is being taken care of now by old friends. I put him up at my place one night and I made him shower, the old reprobate. He went to detox, hated it and escaped. Boarding house the same, but he 's fine now. He is only 58 and to look at him you see a man of at least 70, shuffling gait, bent over but still defiant.
I wish him well Mongrel I know he won't be around much longer
Love Janette
I have a friend called Mongrel. When I was with Nifty Nev he had gone to the Pub and met him.
"What was he like". I asked avidly.
"Pretty much as you'd imagine!"
I was not to meet him unitl later at a party. He looked like one of the ZZ Top boys, gey long greasy hair and a long grey beard. He wore skinny black jeans and a tee shirt and biker jacket and boots, pointed, always. He loved a drink or a thousand and it was hard to undestand him when he was drunk.
He loved my daughters kids and has them in his wallet,
"My babies", he croons at the pictures.
The kids call him Kooroo, which in Muldy means "Old man", he was married once and in love a few times and had a few kids, 7 I think. He lost a baby boy to cot death many years ago and he never ever got over it. He used to work but now he is drifting further and further into alcoholism. He already has "wet brain" so someone looks after him now up the country.
The legend was that he was actually in the Mongrel Mob many years ago and he dresses like he snd his forehead is tattooed. He is a legendary drunk but is harmless. He once was so drunk he fell and broke his arm and it's never been fixed and it is a little bent now.
He knows a lot of people though and he can help you out in the most amazing ways. My daughter and son in law took him in for 12 months. I went around one day and I trimmed his beard and hair and he hated it, hated it. I also cleaned his feet and nails as they were black with filfth.
He came to my house in Noble Park once and we all sat around drinking.
"I can't escape, you know "
"What", I asked,
"This life", and he pointed at his tattoed face.
"you can't just opt out, you know"
His name was Peter and I asked about his kids. At that time I was single had an ex who was Irish and giving me the slightest bit of trouble.
"I'll get you a gun", he said.
"You could shoot him ! "
I just laughed but I don't think he was kidding. he told me then he had seen a murder once. he couldn't tell anyone. It happened on the railway line near me years before and involved drug money. I was shocked, sickened and then I asked him why he watched.
"I had to or they would have killed me "
"Oh", was my cotton mouthed reply.
I didn't know if he was telling the truth or he was just really drunk. But he turned out to be the most moral of men and gentlemanly. He had an old fashioned courtesy to women.
He is being taken care of now by old friends. I put him up at my place one night and I made him shower, the old reprobate. He went to detox, hated it and escaped. Boarding house the same, but he 's fine now. He is only 58 and to look at him you see a man of at least 70, shuffling gait, bent over but still defiant.
I wish him well Mongrel I know he won't be around much longer
Love Janette
