…”That’s Belanglo State Forest isnt it?”, he muses out loud. He glances over at me with a “did i say that out loud or just think it” sort of expression on his face, and theres a tense silence for a few moments as we both stare out the windshield. For a few seconds the…
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…
Pietro opens his front door with a smile, and I collapse onto his couch. The hitch from London to Paris went very well, but I have only slept about 2 hours in the last 24…
As I started festival-hopping, I got into the “scene of crazy people”… Instead of spending all their money on a car or on public transport, they would just hitchhike everywhere…
“You aren’t recycling, you’re stealing!” “Stealing?” I ask him incredulously, “this food is in the bin. How can I steal rubbish?”
He pulls out his phone. “I’ll give you one minute to get out of here and then I’m calling the police…”
…The night is a resounding success. We fill the car with food and only get yelled at by a security guard once. We get back to the house, tired, smelly, and smeared with yoghurt, but victorious. Bread, fruit, vegetables, watermelon, strawberries, meat, sausages, a pork roast, a leg of lamb, eggs, cakes, muffins, milk, chocolates……
…They start pushing me, in the chest, pretty hard. I step back, as far as I can, but the wall of the theatre is behind me, and so I’ve got nowhere to go really. Then one of them hit me in the face. And the pain was intense. And… I felt dizzy. And they hit…
…Before you moved in there was druggies running a meth’ lab in that place. There were hookers turning tricks in there, fights, non stop fucking problems. I had to call the cops one night ’cause this guy climbed my fence and fell asleep in my back yard…” I lived in Redfern for a while, in…
…The job seemed extraordinarily simple. All I had to do was slide down a ladder, high-five two other ‘sailors’, stick my paw in a bucket of chicken, take a big bite, grin like an idiot and whoop with joy. In reality though, whooping and chewing chicken at the same time is more difficult than it…
…I am woken by crunching gravel. I blink into the blinding beam of a powerful flashlight. Oh, sorry mate. Didn’t realise you were sleeping in there, says a nervous young voice. The flashlight beam moves off my face, and I see an embarrassed looking young cop, with his hand still hovering over his gun holster……
…It sounds like your car is having many problems, says Horst. Yeah, I love her but she’s a fuckin’ piece of shit, says the driver, and cracks open another beer on the dashboard. Couldn’t get her through rego’ last time. So if you see any coppers, fuckin’ let me know. Bastards busted me driving without…
…I log into the Facebook event page. Top of the wall I see a message from the organiser: don’t come to the party! “The police have come and thrown everyone out of the forest. I have been hit with a big fine. I spent last night in jail. Sorry everyone, party’s off…” I rock up…