Sydney
They want to tell a story, their story, the great tragi-rom-com-drama.
It is late. The walk is exuberant. Damaged gutters, mud filled doorways and damnable short-sighted pig-headedness.
Jodie must have them on stands. Everything is up for grabs. A real entertainer.
The city street scraper sits with a guitar in hand on the major key. The actor talkls of the walk and the rat seeks food, love and a warm spot.
Some nutbag locks himself in a room with crack: a canyon, a white powder, a space between two slabs of pavement from which your mother suffers severe back pain.