After my lunch shift I came back to enjoy some beers with some of the boys from Caulfield North. The guys who work for Oshri, in his removal man business, had managed to get their hands on one of the machines that shoot tennis balls at you, so I found it funny that they had spent ages finding tennis balls over the neighbours fence, for them to go straight over the fence again because the only electrical socket to plug the machine into was in the pool house, and because it was shooting them so high. There was talk of going to the Caulfield house but Yannick said that everyone was going to sleep, so me, Lucas, the French Laura and Geoffrey 2 just had a few drinks at our house instead.