WHO: The Trans-Tasmanian Devils
WHAT: A visit, a feeling, a foolish pride, a man with heels broken.
WHEN: July 14th, Late afternoon- early evening
WHERE: Room 403 Centralia Apartment Complex
RATING: R. Really.
The afternoon John wore his most genuine smile and made mistakes of one kind and another, his co-workers called him 'CRAZY BASTARD!' and John said 'YOU AIN'T WRONG!' so he was sent home without shooting any footage.
That very afternoon in John's car an excitement grew-
and grew-
and grew until his speeding accelerated with illegality and the Centralia complex became the world all around and a drunkard tumbled by with a cheeky grin for John and he dashed off through corridor and stairwell and in and out of an elevator and almost tripped over his own shoes to where the crazier bastard was.
And when he came to the place where the crazier bastard was, he laughed his jovial laugh and flashed his dazzling teeth and rolled his twinkling eyes and knocked on the fucking door till John said "YOO HOO, Y'SOD!" and startled the Aussie Git with the manic kick delivered to the door without stumbling once and the barrier did open to the crazy bastard who could be called the craziest bastard of all and made him kick it closed once he entered. "And now," Cried John, "Gizza a look at those heels."