I met a guy at the Henley Beach Hotel, or whatever it is called, after skating West Beach and the guy was some kind of mystic - he was kinda beautiful but psycho. He was also there with his mate who thought he was once the drummer for Master’s Apprentices (too old for me to know) but reckons he got kicked out. He could be right despite Wikipedia. Karl-Patrick and I started a band with him that day, he was to play the drums, but we never went to his house in Wingfield. A good, fearful choice.
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