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Koories,” the old man said on his way out.
    Tim finished his beer, and as he was leaving he smiled mockingly at the publican.
    Across the road he met up with an old friend, Sam, who was heading in the same direction. They greeted each other in a warm and friendly manner. Tim thought Sam was a bit of a classic. Highly educated yet prone, like Tim, to bouts with the bottle. “Where are you off to?”
    â€œGoin’ over to Newtown,” Sam answered.
    â€œDrop into the Royal for a drink?” Tim asked. “I’ve got a few quid. I’ll shout ya a couple.”
    â€œGis a lend,” Sam came straight out with.
    Tim laughed and handed him twenty dollars and they set off for the pub. Tim was thinking about the night he had been down on his luck and badly in need of a friend. Sam had shown up, and they had raked up five dollars between them, gone to Newtown and had both had a ball.
    About two hundred metres from the pub, two uniformed police in a small paddy wagon pulled them up and asked the normal series of questions. Neither Tim nor Sam were concerned with their presence. After they moved on, Timtold him that he’d been at the bottom pub on Abercrombie Street.
    â€œThat’s a coppers’ pub. What’d ya do? Give ‘em cheek?” Sam asked.
    â€œThey must have heard me.” I was telling this old fella that the coppers should go to Tony Mundine’s gym and fight one on one. Instead of gangin’ up like they do. I said a few other things as well.”
    â€œHow long are you in town?” Sam asked.
    â€œA week or so. Don’t really know,” Tim answered.
    â€œYou bumped into that old fella from WA yet?” Sam asked when it dawned on him the reason. Tim was in town.
    â€œSaturday arvo. First day in town,” Tim answered.
    At the Royal Tim was greeted by the barmaid. “Hello, long time no see.”
    â€œG’day. I’m back in town for a few days.” Tim said, returning her smile.
    â€œWhat are you doing now?”
    â€œStill unemployed. But I’m working on it.”
    She took the money from Tim in exchange for two schooners while motioning to Sam. “Are you back to break the TAB again?”
    â€œYeah, we’ll do that too,” Sam responded as he headed for the guide. The pub was not busy, maybe half a dozen people besides Tim and Sam. Tim lingered at the bar for a chat. This pub used to be his regular when he came to Sydney for long spells. Later he joined Sam for a look at the greyhounds but didn’t care to bet.
    â€œDid you win some money?” Tim asked.
    â€œLast week. Two grand,” answered Sam as he filled out a ticket.
    â€œYou would’ve had a rage,” Tim said.
    â€œSo did half the blacks in Redfern.” Sam laughed. “Ispent the whole lot in Eveleigh Street. Woke up next morning flat broke and went and asked this lad I gave five hundred for a lend of fifty.” Sam’s acid tongue was working overtime and he added, “They wouldn’t even give me enough for a feed, the fucking arseholes.”
    â€œWell, at least you go and spend your money there.” Tim knew that Sam had done more for blacks in Redfern than a lot of well-paid workers would take years to do.
    â€œCharlie ended up cooking me a feed and throwing me twenty.” Sam reflected. “Drunk, see. If I’da gone straight to Charlie’s...”
    â€œIf only,” Tim agreed, and they both did a nasal “Yeeeeaaahh.”
    â€œI reckon I can win this trifecta.” Sam enthusiastically crossed off numbers while studying the fluctuations. “Wanna go halves? Three dollars it’ll cost.” Tim agreed.
    Sam picked the trifecta which paid around $150 and complained that the roughie should have run third and paid double what they got. Tim was happy as he was not used to winning. Sam reinvested his winnings but Tim pocketed his. They ordered more beer and went and sat in the pool