It was my first night in 5 years that I had slept in Geelong. And much like before we drank a lot of cheap wine. And much like before you chose to put on Johnny Cash. And much like before, you said you were getting your gun license so you can shoot yourself in the head. And again nothing changes. And I don’t mind.
You know — you know I don’t even remember your number plate. I remember games we played with number plates, I remember singing in cars. I don’t remember the voice, or the smell or what cigarettes you smoke. Just umbrella things. Nothing specific.