Colin, Like the herd animals we are, we sniff warily at the strange one among us.

Is cos I want to see her playing live in some dodgey texas bar. She seems remarkably aware of who she really is, and that can be a hard thing sometimes. She seems like a cool person to hangout talking crap with.

She’s very supportive and positive and apparently raising a zombie army. After seeing all of Ramero’s movies plus many a zombie imatator I’m ready to join in the brain eating and limb removal!

Also I could show her how indenitfy different rock types.

Cos I think we see the world in very much the same way. It can be a lonely road holding views that we both seem to share when most people don’t I often feel surrounded by slavish consumer idoits and it’s cool to be around some one who isn’t

My thrity second is coming up, two birthdays I don’t remeber the actual day past a drunken blur and one of those I ended up in the drunk tank for twelve hours for passing out at a bus stop. My last birhtday is a blackout since falling off the back of a friend’s truck (I was giving a drunken birthday speech to my mates from the deck of a ute) which was seven pm. The next thing I know It was five am and I was asleep in the back seat of my car in a supermarket parking lot with blood in my hair. Fair to say I have no idea how to get through being a year older without numbing the pain. Being completely alcohol free for months now and drug free for almost as long I feel things I don’t like and can’t make them go away anymore. But I’m not going to lie down on this one. I lost two potentail relationships since my last birthday, have had two long-term contracts and smattering of short terms but still no permanent job, honestly although this actually a goal I have I’m not even trying to get a permanent job anymore I just can’t be bothered. I’ve been writting a book for ten years, I have ten decent pages and some rambly scribble that makes little sense on it’s own little own with the rest of the book. When I look at my life, like the lead up to all my birthdays I see very little to nothing at all I can feel proud of this year. Yet I’ll still be here tomorrow, get up go to day whatever of a contract that goes for more weeks than I can remember, go to another meeting about other people’s substance abuse and say half a dozen words about being sober and bored again. I did the moral inventory and worked out it’s all my fault, I’ve fucked up every good thing that’s ever come my way, you have no idea how much skill that takes.

I want to meet Colin because sometimes when I read what he’s wrote I have to double check and make sure I didn’t write it. It’s like he is in my head sometimes. This is so strange because I think we could start a beautiful revolution together.

After watching “Bowling for Columbine” I thought he seemed like a cool person to talk to. Making people laugh about issues no one else’ll touch. That’s pretty cool in my book. Plus that bit in team Americia “Arseholes, pussies and dicks” comic genius!

I’m desrcibed by my friends as “a weirdo, but in a good way, “always good value” and my favourite “There’s always something you’ve got to say and nearly always something I’ve never heard of before” I make jokes about things take seriously cause most times you gotta laugh to keep from going postal! The world in general makes me angry most days, what really gets me are people who see how bad things are getting, agree something needs to be done and then go back to their own lives without getting involved in causes and struggles to make the world a better place. I used to be an active member of whole lot of organisations trying to change the world on local level but became dissillusioned with the apathy of most people, even those we were trying to help! Right now I’m working on a book but spend more time surfing the net than doing work on that.