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In 2012 I kept a journal on a deck of playing cards. I went from Bolivia to Adelaide, and then left on my own on a bus to Melbourne to be a comedian. I fell in love and screwed it up several times, and made more bad decisions than I care to remember, which is a bummer, because I've forced myself to. That's what this is.
Sunday, June 24, 2018
Day 12 - March 10th
Day 12 - March 10th
Me & Phil go hard
Lucy said we saw her but who knows
I believe, The Cranka?
Pills in an alley
HA
Here's something fun and silly I wrote in a previous draft of this chapter. It doesn't really fit the tone any more, but I didn't want to take it out:
Upon first reading, the phrase, “I believe, The Cranka?”, may seem to refer to our hero's belief that he and his friend Phil went to a pub called The Cranka. However, as we inspect the peculiar construction of this phrase another meaning suggests itself: perhaps our hero is attempting to find something other than that which he already knows to believe in – in this case a pub outside of the regular cannon of nightclubs he normally frequents. He attempts to proclaim this new belief in the desperate hope that he himself will believe it, but as we can see with the use of a flimsy comma, rather than the mighty exclamation mark, his belief wavers even at its genesis. He asks us, and himself, “The Cranka?”, effectively wondering, hoping, pleading that this is the answer he seeks.
We know, sadly, that it is not, and his search is yet doomed to continue.
Bit of fun, eh? Hahaha.
A couple of weeks after I got back, Mélanie told me that she'd been thinking about deferring her degree at uni in France, jumping on a plane, and coming to Australia to be with me. I knew that on paper this was maybe the greatest thing that had ever happened to me, so I said yes. I told her to do it.
She started planning. I kept living my life as if nothing had happened.
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