I’m telling Doug about this article I saw on Vice when he smacks his head. He says, ‘I get it now,’ and I know he wasn’t listening but I’m glad for him anyway, so I smile and shut up. Sometimes people need to talk. I roll another cigarette and look down the length of the mall, it’s quiet at this time of day and there’s nobody around. It’ll get crowded later. Doug looks at me expectantly and I realise he just asked me something, I have no idea what he said though, so I make something up.
Nic Addenbrooke is a freelance writer, editor, content creator, radio broadcaster, part-time poet and sometimes artist. Nic has been coming to terms with existence for years. He currently lives and works in Brisbane where he struggles to turn the cacophony of voices in his head into things of substance. It doesn’t always work but occasionally produces a nice veneer of sanity.