Sushi In Mullumbimby

Chris came back after recoveries with Jed and Trent. He was going his usual million mile a minute. He stayed until 6am, talking the whole time. He regaled us with the sheer amount of drugs he took.

Chris gave Matthew and I speed, leftover from the party. Chris likes them young, so he was very taken with Matthew.

“When you are finished with him, I’ll take him off your hands.”



Sleep, who can sleep?



Chris cleaned the house, nobody could stop him. Then he was off to look up one of the phone numbers he’d got last night.

“He was going home to douche,” said Chris. “He must have managed that by now.”

Oh, he is too good natured, Chris, and we do take advantage of his good nature, but it was just nice for the talking to stop and some silence settle in when he left. And, you know, us all know that Chris is not the brightest tool in the tool box, but he is good natured and funny.



Trent, Matthew and I went to Mullumbimby for brunch, but the much hyped Club Fed was closed for sushi. (Sushi in Mullumbimby, where are all the Japanese people who make it?)

We ate somewhere else. I ordered fish cakes and I got one on a mass of lettuce, with a dribble of sauce, mmm, not in Carlton now, I thought. Then we headed home.

I floated around in the river in Chris's t-shirt, in the heat of 39 degrees. Chris likes me to wear his clothes.

We went to see the Hobbit in Lismore. I think I fell asleep just after the beginning credits.

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