Thursday, May 28, 2009
I was lost in the Brunswick Street Mall. I need to precis this with the fact that I know the Fortitude Valley area particularly well. For a year or two I would wander into the Brunswick street Mall, chug shortblacks as if they were shots of tequilla, follow this with shots of tequilla at The Beat or vodka and soda in the strip club where I waited for my girlfriend to finish her shift. Sometimes I would walk into clubs just to see what it is like to hang with a crowd that I would never loiter with without the buzz of the alcohol to bouy me. I would dance. So much dancing. I would dance by myself and think nothing of it.