‘Do you remember that night when we were all going to that weird warehouse party down by the river?

I had just gotten out of the police station on a warning. They said not to fuck up again, ‘cause there wouldn’t be another warning. They had my name. My face. My fucking finger prints. Just for smoking a joint outside a Coles. And I thought fuck that. I’ll fuck up as much as I want. It’s my life. And fucking up is more fun than doing life the way it’s supposed to be done anyway.

I wasn’t ready to learn any lessons back then.

Do you remember how we were down the end of the platform at the train station, all of us, and we were doing hella nangs and just being fucking drop dead stupid? I think that was the last time I ever had fun. Seriously. I can’t think of—- In four years—- I don’t think I’ve had fun once.

I’m an alien. I’m not a person. People feel things. I must be an alien.

Do you remember how we all bailed when the police were running at us? That was so scary. Everyone ran in all different directions. Angel got down on the tracks like an idiot, but it worked. And I fucking fell over. Everyone left me, except not you. You helped me up, and we hid in that little tunnel, and they were coming and we were scared but we couldn’t stop laughing. And you—- You told me to give you my drugs ‘cause if I got caught with anything then it would be game over for me. So I did. I always did whatever you told me, do you remember that? I wish—- Just once—- I hadn’t listened to you. Because that was it, wasn’t it. You fought with them while they were cuffing you. I remember that. Do you remember that? It would’ve been funny if it wasn’t so scary.

I never saw you again after that, but I can’t remember why. I guess it doesn’t matter now.

Do you think that that’s a good memory, or a bad memory? I can’t work it out.’