Butch aka Travis

My Namesake

Not many people know this, but I was in fact named after Travis Bickle of Taxi Driver fame. Well, not so much after him as much as my Ma and Da saw the film and liked the name, then passed it on to me. I love the name, its different, yet good. I may yet name my Son Travis Jnr “The Return of the T”

Why do I mention Mr Bickle you ask. Well, tonite, i went down to the local Hungry Jacks, straight after the gym. I was hungry and fucked from (as I heard some fellow patrons saying the other night) MAXAMISING TO THE EXTREME!!!.

I stopped in, 4 rabble kids (2 guys, and 2.. well what I assume to be females) dropped by from the housing estates around the corner. Some guy dropped his cup and one of the kids picked it up. When the Customer said thanks and held out his hand to receive his stray cup, the kid refused to give it back. He poured himself a drink from the soda fountain, and enjoyed his complementary cup of coke. Luckily the half english speaking girl behind the counter gave the guy a fresh cup, and all was happy…. except me, I can stand fucking trash and bogans, which is where Mr Bickle comes in.

“Someday a real rain will come and
wash all this scum off the streets.”

I went to put in my order. I was going to pay, i had a fistfull of change, so I laid out the first coin on the counter, a fresh $2 coin. Quick as a flash, one of the bogan little fucks grabbed it. My reflexes acted and i grabbed him by the back of his collar as he had turn to run. I pulled him back, he fell half to the floor, I hauled him up, and without any problem retrieved my money from his fist.

Ill take a respite here, people who know me, know that I am not exactly what you would call slight, I am a big lad, who is as strong as an ox, and after the gym, i generally bloat into double my usual size.

Right, where was I. The bogan’s mate (who was about 30 and had one of those horrible teenage moustaches) said something, I promptly told him its best to keep his mouth shut. THEN the security guard decided to show up, on Indian time as per usual with these Indians, the only thing they seem to do quickly is drive cabs through crowded suburban streets.

And thats my Travis Bickle story, I now sign out with.. Fuck you, fuck you all.

Oh, and personally think Travis Bickle looks more like my Ole Man