7/7/2000 0 Comments
So, beer in pocket, I force the window open and climb up the ladder on the side of the building (don’t look down) and onto the roof, six storeys in the air, and when I’m there I crack the beer and feel the explosions and hear the car alarms set off by the noise and vibrations and smell a familiar smell and look over to see 4 girls sitting on the garden furniture at the other end of the roof. They see me standing there and wave me over, telling me that no one should be alone on 4th of July, and they introduce themselves and say oh you’re Australian, you must be cool then, here have a drag on this, I’ll hold it for you. And the fireworks get bigger and louder all the time, and we swap stories while we stare into the sky. Continue
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