He pulled up in his ute, and parked it dead in the centre of the carpark.
He opens the door, steps out and just stands there, arms folded, as if expecting us to all flock to him. Not likely.
I’m in the passenger’s seat and Sam’s right beside me as usual. Driver’s seat. We’ve been sitting here…
This amazingly written, interesting and fucking sad. Going to buy the zine this week- hopefully some more genius writing.