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I think Andy likes me. I can't tell for certain, of course, but when you hire a mate for a few hours I suppose you're also buying the luxury of not caring what he thinks about you, just as you don't care what a professional curtain hanger thinks of your curtains.
This does lend my temporary friendship a slightly self-centred tinge, however. When we go to the park with a football both Andy and I suffer a failure of imagination when it comes to thinking up friendly pastimesI get him to lob the ball at a height where I can head it into an invisible goal, over and over. It never occurs to me to give him a turn. A real friend would probably get pissed off at some point. Tim Dowling and new mate Andy enjoy a pint together.
Sarah Lee for the Guardian Our failure of imagination takes us to the pub where, over beer and newspapers, we settle into an eerie simulacrum of male companionship: If you saw us, you would never know we weren't friends. Perhaps that's because male friendship and male acquaintance look remarkably alike — both rely on a strict protocol of nonchalance — or maybe it's because Andy is a very good actor. I don't know; I've never seen him in anything. Because he's not really my friend.
Andy thinks it could be the desire for uncomplicated companionship, rather than loneliness, that is driving the growth in friend-hire. We should really be talking about what I think. Shortly after we sit down for lunch at another cafe, we run into my friend Sam. He's a real friend — not in the sense that he's always been there for me, just in the sense that I've never paid him. It's unlikely I would make a new friend like Andy at my age. And I can't say, "We go way back", because Andy doesn't go way back.
I really enjoyed my day with Andy. He's a nice guy and I'm sure we could be actual friends, despite the year age gap. Our parting is still a bit awkward though. There's no promise of future arrangements, no casual assertion that we will meet again.
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Just a stiff handshake and a weak smile. A few hours later I have already started to forget what he looks like. Luckily I took a picture of him with my phone, so it will come up automatically with his mobile number. What was I thinking? He's never going to ring. Tim and Andy exchange numbers — best mates for ever?
It felt like a blind date where you are shoved together and have to find some common ground. You have to go in with a lot of energy and try to work out why someone needs you to be there for the day and fulfil that role.
I was never good at smoking bongs. You should start some sort of trust fund just incase you fail. My friends play in bands, they are better than everything on radio. Did you see that special on TV the other eve? You sound so thin. Should get married, have some babies, watch the evening news. My house has an open door.
You need a lock and a key.
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I love all of your ideas. You love the idea of me. You used to live round the corner cigarettes and alcohol. We used to speak every morning I was sleeping on the floor. I still get the mail for you I leave it at the door. Every letter seems a warning, pay your rego by the fourth. Monday morning laundry or coffee on the garden wall.
Heading down the Highway Hume somewhere at the end of June. Taxidermied kangaroos are littered on the shoulders. A possum Jackson Pollock is painted on the tar. Sometimes I think a single sneeze could be the end of us, my hay-fever is turning up, just swerved into a passing truck.
Big business overtaking, without indicating; he passes on the right, been driving through the night to bring us the best price.
Would you rent a friend?
More people die on the road than they do in the ocean, maybe we should mull over culling cars instead of sharks or just lock them up in parks where we can go and view them. We drive to a house in Preston, we see police arresting a man with his hand in a bag. This place seems depressing. Wakes up at a quarter past nine, fare evades his way down the 96 tram line. Feeling sick at the sight of his computer he dodges his way through the Swanston commuters. Rips off his tie, hands it to a homeless man, sleeping in the corner of a Metro bus stand.
Gonna count the minutes that the trains run late. Sit on the grass building pyramids out of Coke cans. He waits for an elevator, 1 to 9, a lady walks in and waits by his side. Her heels are high and her bag is snakeskin.