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Today was one of those days where i sit back and say “What a fucking great day”!

Today i went wine shopping. Nothing really new there, but on my travels through the Barossa i took a wrong turn.
IT wasn’t really a wrong turn, but i was running a bit behind on the path i wanted to take with the wine i had planned to buy.
I had read an article on the seppelt’s family mausoleum and decided to have a look at that and while i was there the Seppeltsfield winery. One of the oldest...

I had a yard full of rose bushes and a very adventurous girlfriend.
We were out the front one day and she said, "i wonder what it is like to have sex on a bed of rose petals".
"I dunno".

Anyway off she went to work and i raced outside and plucked the fuckers bare.
I put them all in a box lid to mix the petals so the yellows, reds, whites, purples and blood reds would all mix together.
I stripped the bed back and put fresh white sheets on...

Last night was one of those nights.
I couldn’t sleep, guess i was excited about coming home.
At about half three i decide stuff it, i’m flying QANTAS. Last time i flew QANTAS they moved me to an earlier flight.
If i leave now i should be able to watch the sunrise over the ocean and still get home four hours early.
So i packed up my stuff and jumped in the car.
Why not.
It was ten to four in the morning, i hadn’t slept, it was foggy, i was travelling down Princess...

I went for beer, the closest pub was closed. It's like half nine. There are four pubs in this town. Fuckit, i'll walk to the next one.
I walk in and there are people playing pool and people drinking.
I go up to the bar and order a Tooheys old. As they serve it to me a fat fuck gets out of his seat and starts yelling at the bar manager.
"Don't fuck with me, i'll get the bra boyz down here and they'll go through the pub".
A quick scout around and he is at a table...

So i’m back in the random void of wanting to write something, but not knowing what to write.
I seem to find my way here often.
I can’t sleep, so clearly something is on my mind.
If i could figure out what was on my mind i would either be able to write about it or address it in some way, but no.

So here i am in a shitty little town, in a shitty little apartment, at a shitty little table, writing shit.

Not the usual banter shit.
But banter shit...