i wonder what's in stawell next?

after spending a whole week with baz, i have realised that everyone has their bad days, just like me. baz's bad days are often triggered by bureaucracy and incompetence, but just as often he just wake up in a bad mood. and then, bang! in goes a random mike patton cd into the cd player in the car and the volume is turned up most of the way. but most of our second week in stawell were good days, with a lot of bowie and giving all the girls we met scores out of ten. i grew to like red wine, overcame some of my fear of animals and did a lot of yelling at stupid drivers. the ambos tried to outdo each other's crazy stories. had an awesome dinner at mickey's house in horsham. played a game of petanque at halls gap. stared at the stars a lot and sang along to my walkman. coming back to melbourne was such a let down in comparison. now i know what dunno meant when he used to tell me how depressed he felt when he drove back into the city on sunday afternoons.