Tonight my class finished at 8:30, but I kept working and left an hour later, assuming from past experience that I’d still get home in good time to have dinner and do whatever needed to be done. Two hours later, 45 minutes of which was excess walking time (with a big bag, the camera bag and the tripod), I finally arrived home, thanks to Jeff Kennett for screwing us over when he privatised the public transport system. Normally I catch a tram that drops me a block from my house. Tonight I had to resort to the train, which drops me a good kilometre or two away.
But it was all worth it for the little chunk of fried gold that greeted me as I exited the station.
Good to see that Adam and Sam included a little tagging when they stole their parents’ cars, picked up a sixer and some weed, then headed to The Grindhouse. 