The belief that we should only eat free food. 

I notice my housemate Dallen looking dapper in his grey pin strip suite jacket and matching jean shorts,“ You look nice”  I say to him. 

“Thanks, this is my cheese stealing jacket”  he replies with an eggier smile that only a free-gan could own. 

After he returns we head to my car, and Dallen directs me to Woolworths at Preston, we see another human attempting to rummage through the food bins. 

“Hey, that’s our food, I say half joking!’ turing to Dallen. He retorts, “it doesn’t work that way here, you make friends with the other people diving,  say hello to them catch up, we see each other regularly” he reminds me the new world I’m entering into has rules and respect for one another right to bin dive, there isn’t a first in best dressed policy. 

 “I stand corrected” I think to myself and I’m both happy to be corrected and impressed Dallen moved swiftly to protect he’s own integrity. 

Dallen notices the man has gloves on and is “only having a look, he’s not going all the way in” 

he turns to me “ Lets just give him a minute” as if suggesting he wont be long and that he’s not going to fins much on top of the bin. 

‘Dallen and I were checking out the other tidbits near the clothing bins, whilst waiting, “I found a Mac Book Pro here once”, I am shocked, “ what the one you have at home?”, he responds “Yeah, that black one I own, I found it here, it’s actually better than the old I have, I need to sell the old one, but just haven’t gotten around to it yet” he pauses “Noone needs two Mac Books” I look away from the lap shade we’ve been admiring and agree with him “ Yeah, no, definitely not, unless you want to send yourself emails from across the kitchen table”, we both laugh and notice the man has left us the bin. 

“I call this freegan fishing’ as he jumps into the dumpster another loyal free-gan approaches us,

“Hey man, what’s the deal?”  he says to Dallen.

“There isn’t really much here today man, pretty much dead if I’m being honest, he points to the other bin and say’s that one is just rubbish, like broken shopping carts and shit”

– “Yeah, fair enough, well I’ll see you around” he replies.

They both nod their heads and our new friend found walks off. 

We go home and start to unload the shopping, like most share houses we have allocated dinner dates, ours is Sunday. It turned out that our house mates were either busy or were too sick to join us. 

We start making our potato bake. “What are your plans for tomorrow?” Dallen asks.

“I have to get Tash from the airport tomorrow, let me know if you want to come to Breakfast Club because I’ll be around here 10am”.