In September 2019 I was unemployed, living with my parents and anxiety was getting the better of me. So, I went away. I spent five months stepping outside my comfort zone and being kind to my brain. And then the world completely shat itself. This is 157 days Before Covid.
137 BC, Toronto - At Storm Crow Manor, the dice determines what goes in your burger. Mine had three patties, but I still arrived home lighter than I left.
109 BC, Washington D.C - I saw Benee play live at an underground bar called Songbyrd. She taught the Americans about Family Bar and the word ‘unco’.
70 BC, Bo’ness - I thought it had snowed overnight. Turns out it was just really fucking cold and everything was frozen.
119 BC, New York - This may look like a classic wanderlust picture, but it’s actually the exact moment I spotted an NRL player at a secret rooftop bar.