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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.
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
Day 8 - February 23rd
Day 8 - February 23rd
Phil's home
Path of destruction
Rouse gets bad
Played golf with beer cans in the back yard
Acid again fuckhead
Phil is my best friend, we've known each other since we were kids, and our parents' houses were only a few hundred metres from each other. At this point in time he was probably my only friend outside of the group of drug people I spent most of my time with. He loved to drink and party too, but he balanced that out with his real passion for design, he studied at uni, had a great girlfriend, and wanted more from life than anyone else I've ever known.
On this day he got home from a trip around Asia with his girlfriend. We sat out on the back verandah at my parents' house drinking West End tins, and whacked the empty ones across the backyard with my dad's new $300 golf club. Later when Dad asked me I tried to deny it, which is hilarious because I think I still have videos of us doing it somewhere. Good, honest fun.
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