Tuesday 13 December 2016

I will miss Far North Queensland, when I think of all those times I randomly tied down other folks cattle on the Tablelands and lifted them into the ute to sell for steak and smoked Jerky at Yungaburra market...sigh. Good times. Won't be able to do that so often in the suburbs of Melbourne, I guess. Still, the future is unmapped, maybe opportunities will arise. You never know, Johnny Fitz, you never know. There be drop-bears there, I hear, and even fresh clown meat to be had, if you look carefully into the shadows at night. Goodness me, I just disturbed myself.

I will miss Far North Queensland, when I think of all those times I randomly tied down other folks cattle on the Tablelands and lifted them into the ute to sell for steak and smoked Jerky at Yungaburra market...sigh. Good times.
Won't be able to do that so often in the suburbs of Melbourne, I guess. Still, the future is unmapped, maybe opportunities will arise. You never know, Johnny Fitz, you never know. There be drop-bears there, I hear, and even fresh clown meat to be had, if you look carefully into the shadows at night.
Goodness me, I just disturbed myself.

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