Musing to myself
by Scotty Weeks
Back in Sydney I used to find myself staggering around at 5AM pretty often…
Ever been in a whorehouse? It’s weird. It almost always happened when I was
completely hammered around five AM. There was some sort of alcoholic impulse to find something to do after all of the bars had closed. Sometimes out of boredom I’d stagger around seedy neighbourhoods and try to guess which residential places were really brothels cleverly disguised. Most of the time I was correct but sometimes I’d just terrify or annoy someone who had the misfortune of living in a house that merely looked like it could be one of ill repute.
I’m not sure if they were good times I was having — or just interesting ones.