Coming home this afternoon from the shops on the Gateway (to fucking hell!!) Motorway, we happen to see on the northbound lanes a horrific mass of twisted cars and trucks. I saw two semi-trailers and two smashed cars… one of them a 4WD that was well and truly windscreen deep into the back of one of the trucks and I’ve since heard that there was three semi-trailers and four motor vehicles involved in the crash. Luckily, and amazingly everyone appears to have walked away from the incident.
It put chills up my spine and made me want to burst into tears, throw up and run away, though not necessarily in that order. And yet here I am preparing to head off to Rowany Festival which is a not insignificant drive away down our nations highways. Driving past that I was ready to pull the pin and I’m holding it together but another incident on the way down and I don’t think they’ll be able to get me back into the car.
You’ll probably find me stranded in bumfuck nowhere south of Coffs Harbour rhythmically rocking myself from side to side on the shoulder of the road somewhere saying "there’s no place like home… there’s no place like home…"
Aren’t I just a happy little bundle of emotional baggage lately. Oh snap! That’s why I stopped writing in this thing 🙁
PS – Happy Easter…..
