I was kept up until 1AM this morning. My phone was ringing at an alarming rate. It was the boys en route to Melbourne.
Their camp fire dwindled to ashes.
Con's car broke down ... apparently.
I think I was talking to Con's/Carlo's (?) alter ego's; the Indian, the Asian, the Pommy.
I miss them, granted they only left a day or so ago.
Tonight is usually basketball night.
Come back to Sydney soon, homies.