val and i meet in newtown for a sienfield day where although we do nothing extraordinary, events around us are. people manifest their eccentricities and we find ourselves pulled into the weird and whacky. from misunderstandings with chinese shop assistants, who won't let me finish my sentence, 'i'd like a coco...' and i wanted to say 'nut drink,' but assumed i was saying coke.'
then we met a poet that read us a poem for some cash.
i asked if it was going to be depressing and he assured me it was not, proceeding to read the most self anguished and depressing poem about his break up with the love of his live. val paid him in a small amount of weed and i gave him some cash, he then mentioned he was schizophrenic and seemed to follow us around. eventually we sat on a park bench and chatted about 'snuff music' and i came up with an idea for a new project. later eating pesto in a restaurant with vals wife olga i realise i am actually having a great day, being with people i love and that life is fucking fantastic.