I spent a night on the streets of Sydney

After an epic day of skate and paint, I'd gone late night shopping with Lozil @ Parramatta Westfield. It was all fun and games until 8pm came. It takes roughly 3.5hours to get to the bus which is another hour to where I'm staying. The last bus from Wyong station where I get off is at 12.45am. Which was alrite. I was going to make it. I bought a ticket to Hornsby from Parramatta as that's where I have to change trains and I'd stop to get something to eat.
However, I got to Hornsby and the train to Newcastle which would take me to Wyong was coming in 7 minutes. So I got on it without getting a ticket. Just before Cowan (middle of nowhere) Transit officers started checking tickets. I told the dude that I'd misplaced my ticket after frantically searching for something that wasnt there. He began writing out the $200 fine. Fuck. I grabbed the ticket to Hornsby and smiled. "We havn't passed Hornsby have we?" The dude said it was 5 stops ago and that if I'd missed my stop he wouldnt fine me. I told him my travel intentions were to stay @ a friend's place in Hornsby. So off the train @ Cowan and just narrowly avoiding a fine, I waited for the only train back to Hornsby. So I was stuck till 4am with little money.
I went to coles and bought some donuts to cheer me up and some fruit for the morning ahead. I decided it wouldnt be safe to stay @ Hornsby and that I'd be guarenteed to meet up with more tranist officers on that line. So I skated and walked along the pacific highway towards the city.
I'd skated down the left lane of the road because it was smoother than the footpath and I gained ALOT of speed. Most cars past me on the right, but one rude prick taxi didnt move. I jumped into the grass on the side of the road. "YA DUMB SKATER C**T"
I officially hate taxi drivers.
Back on my board and on some smoother paths, I gained speed again and met my maker at the bottom of the hill. A gap sent me, with the weight of my bag assisting, onto my hands, shoulder and knees very hard on the bitchumen. I shook it off, relieved my jeans didnt rip and got back on my board.
I made it to the turn off for Ryde and talked to some road workers who'd decided they'd talk in Irish accents that night. I saw through them, but asked which was closer, West Ryde or Chatswood. Naturally they gave me directions to the nearest station, Gordon. I continued on, picking up a newly delived local directory and found out that Chatswood was much, much closer.
Eventually I arrived, hot and sweaty and in the freezing cold.
I sat around for a while until a security guard got sick of watching me or something and bought me a ticket to the city which I could use on the night rider bus, which came at 4am. It was 3.30am at the time. I'd travelled 17km (I checked the signs) and now I was waiting on a bus for 1/2 an hour.
After listening to silver service taxi drivers yell at each other through thick indian accents, "dont touch me! loook you -indian insult- shutup!" and Japanese dudes speak rapid Japanese closely followed by "this is sparta!" I got on the bus. I dossed off...
"No, agh, no sleep!" I didnt want to get lost. I eventually made it to the QVB in the city and I got out to skate down to central. The city is so eirrilly quiet and deserted at night. Like a horror movie when everyone dies and your trying to survive the hidden dangers like zombies.
A great thing about the city; the gum walked into the paths makes the ride on my skateboard very smooth and grippy.
I walked into central, dreery, sore and thirsty. The ticket gates were open so I casually walked through and got on a train to Newcastle, which left at 5.15am. I wrote "WAKE ME @ WYONG. NEED $5 FOR BUS" on the back of my hand which rested on top of my bag. The other arm I wrapped around and through the straps of my bag. I went to sleep.
2 hours later I was in Wyong waiting for a bus. I hadnt got any money from my clever stategy, so I told the driver what'd happened and he gave me a free ride home. I got here @ 8.40am.

BIGGEST DAY/NIGHT EVER.