143 Days - Holy Fuck (Vol.1), 2, 3 & finally 4
1st April, 2014 I’m sitting at the California airport. I hate airports. All of them. Where the hell am I going. To Australia. Why am I going to Oz. Because it is crazy to go to Oz & I’m crazy. Why are you crazy. Because I’ve lied to everyone in my family. They all think I’m in Washington D.C., in court. I’m a goddamn lawyer you see. And a bloody good one. But that’s not the point. And that’s not why it is crazy to fly to Australia. Here’s why. I’m getting buried (married) in 3 days. And I’m freaking out. My dictator father asked me to marry her a month ago. I said “ok”. Just like that. I said ok and I asked nothing. Not even a damn photograph. I warned ya I’m crazy. But I still haven’t told ya why it is crazy to go to Australia. Nine-goddamn-years-ago I was there. At Monash University. Lived at Farrer Hall, on campus. I was there for 143 days. In those 143 days I lived my life. I didn’t know it then. I know now. In those 143 days I came alive. ...