enough valiums last night to make me awake thinking i was back in the house of my childhood.  dreams merged into waking and somehow my cramped flat bedroom had morphed into a larger version from the 70s.

the eternal question -  why don't i sell all i have (flat, car) and move to thailand, up north, where the wild things grow, marry a local girl who wwe'll have kids with, get a farang job that'll pay the rates and food, and the rest goes on dope?

if you are living in perpetual poverty and misery under the thumb of a conservative government in Australia, why not do the move to where you won't be persecuted for your beliefs (funny how 300 years ago that was a statement for the fleeing Mayflowerians, now it's a catchcry for paedophiles).