Editorial notes: Autobiography? The journey is not a destination Sleep-deprived – a night of seizures, lost large-breasted woman, and saviour-Nazi’s – we got up to prods and threats. A random corner of the room was chosen, swept up, and stuffed into duffle bags. We were as ready for Adelaide as we’d ever been. Into the car; rushing back inside to collect the ever-necessary...
Whiskey and speed in Aldinga
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