The obnoxious bloke turned up after dark. Heard him, registering as arsehole, and didn’t know it was him. Saw his car, dog and tent this morning then sure enough, him. He is a nuisance, disruptive, and a fuckwit who has to impose himself on an area to make himself feel big or better.
So I knew tonight would be dicey. He stays for days and days. If he shut up and was respectful of the place it’d be okay, but he carries on like he’s a big shot and owns it.
Right now I’m sitting in my car ar Riverside because I went to Waldrens at 2.30PM and there he is doing washing, obnoxious from a distance. Couldn’t believe it. Turned around instantly and got out of there.
I feel extremely alone without a place to stay. It’s horrible being at the mercy of an arsehole. I can’t believe he’s back. So that effectively rules out Moruya for me, possibly for months. You just don’t know.
There was no one else there but it was obvious it was ‘his’ place and he’d moved in.
I might go back and stay in the truck area. He walks the dog around though and, imposing his arsehole self, makes sure to go unnecessarily right beside the car.
So there we are. One place fucked. Nothing else within 40 minutes.
And his dog – seemed a new one. His other one got old very quickly and noticeably from no doubt living in a car.
He’s a liar, too. Pretends he’s not homeless. Takes his pants off in public.
Beware the bastard.
4 PM
Back at the truck section of Waldrens. At least I don’t have to listen to obnoxious big noting shit.
Surrounded here by weeds, worrying for itches, hayfever etc.
Earlier, upstream. Spiky refections.
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