to have been there now and then
this is that magic time of the day where those who sit and stare into their consciousness traps in public are swamped by the early buffet dinner at the local rsl. no rissole. the sun aint thinking about going down in this punch up with colombus numbnutus. i camouflage myself in the ritual of watering the plants on the balcony to peer into the everyday of the spew pit.