Journey to Irrelevance
So, ah, yeah, I fuckin wake up to my girlfriend tossing an envelope at me, very nicely by the way, she didn’t throw it at my head, shrieking, “Get up ya lazy fuck!” No, she flipped it through the air and it landed lovingly, this luscious letter from the Law, John Law, the cops, the Man, the fucking Victoria Police, who really are just doing their job. There was a time when I was angry at the police, but after a certain series of incidents failed to elicit an outcry from Melbourne’s population of People Who Are Concerned About Everything, it became clear to me that the cops really do think they are doing the right thing when they’re doing the wrong thing. The incidents were crystal moments in time that will be forever in my memory and on my hard drives, because I did video the police as they went about their holy mission of sexually assaulting female protesters on the Tunnel Picket. I started to get a bit screwy in the head about that shit and did not know, lost in the desert