Drawing & demolition
A functional understanding of basic tool use is a skill that will be invaluable throughout life…
A functional understanding of basic tool use is a skill that will be invaluable throughout life…
“You don’t have any money left at all? Where are you sleeping?” I ask Bob.
“Well… unfortunately, last night I slept under the roof of the public toilet in the park” he admits…
“I flick the flashlight in the direction of the treeline and the light is shot back at me from five, six, maybe eight sets of flickering eyes. Dogs…
“I see many films, and hear many stories about hitchhikers, and they always meet with some crazy guy, who kill them… You must be careful. Especially here in Australia…”
Half way up the track we meet Tank, on his ATV.
“Looks like good eating” he comments, peering at the roo between the folds of the tarp. “I’ll give you a ride to the top if there’s a burger in it for me…”
I started to notice that KC really liked certain harmonies. If I played an A or a G chord, she would stretch her neck out and howl a little bit, like she was singing…
“I bring to you giddy visions of the delicate and spectacular tendrils of narrative and prose that bind our universal consciousness!”
“What the..? Your claws are kind of hurting my scalp…”
Flash-forwards to 2054: I squint down the road. Is that a car? They’re getting rarer and rarer. Most people have upgraded to anti-grav ships or jet-packs, these days. Yes, it’s a car. I lift my thumb a bit higher…
He’s facing away from me but I can see his profile in the firelight; creased brow, hook nose, stained grey beard. Rage surges up in me…
“Here’s the thing. Hitchhiking is… a complete shit show. Nothing ever goes to plan. Actually, scratch that, there is no plan. You set out, you keep moving and if you’re lucky you get somewhere, but hardly ever where you intended to be…”
“They were saying; ‘don’t take photos, because the kids will throw petrol bombs at you and they may go in our shops’. No shit. That’s what they said…”
Nicky waves his arms and yells something Bulgarian at the driver. The driver brakes. He doesn’t have a choice. Nicky is blocking the road. As soon as the van slows down, Nicky is at the side window, bellowing. The van accelerates and drives away down the motorway ramp…