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16.One day in Delhi
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16.One day in Delhi

What are big giant tombs but a flex of the rich too scared to die, a reminder of the way they lived clinging to their identity. Whilst I pay $6 to get in and walk past the children asleep on the street. Maybe if those who could afford to build a memory of their existence put it towards the ones living we would all be better off.

*15. The hitman in the shack
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*15. The hitman in the shack

Did he know it was this bad? Probably. But a part of him was happy. Not that she felt like this, he wished she didn’t, but to at least know she is sane, or smart enough to be aware, still be alive, still have a soul in there somewhere, however painful. 

14. I don’t know why they call it indore, most of its outside
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14. I don’t know why they call it indore, most of its outside

I sit there, between the scrolls I see my corrupted eyes in the reflection of the glass. You came all the way to India, sold your house and your attachments for the flight, to sit here and watch porn. Well maybe so, maybe no one or no place can fix me but myself. Or maybe, I don’t need fixing at all. 

13. The truffle pig
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13. The truffle pig

That’s when I met the big fella, that’s when I met the truffle pig. I called him the truffle pig cause all he cared about was getting pussy. 

12. Goa to Indore  
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12. Goa to Indore  

I don’t know what it was, but when I walked into the stadium, I had to hold back tears. They welled in my eyes and started to fall down my cheek. It’s as if, sometimes, your soul cannot believe what your ego has allowed.

11. Two great deals
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11. Two great deals

I ordered a pina colada. “Sir, this is delicious” I said, “where do you get the cream?”, “Goats cock”. I ordered another three. Ate dinner. Didn’t get garlic on my roti. Sacrifices were being made. I message her around 7, “What time do you want to meet?”. 48 seconds go by with no reply, ah shit, she’s gone cold. 

10. Not many stars shine through the night haze of India, but the ones that do get all the eyes
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10. Not many stars shine through the night haze of India, but the ones that do get all the eyes

I hum to vibrate the blood from the bruises of blows long gone. To convince the wounded the lesson is learnt, let’s let go. 

9. Quest for Ganja
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9. Quest for Ganja

The dogs transporting fleas walk around. In comparison the western dogs at home are dumb, because they would get hit by a scooter straight away. Great obvious proof that comfort and coddling prevents the growth of survival. But what a great survival technique; giving in, being cute, being born somewhere safe. 

8. Six in the first at Randwick
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8. Six in the first at Randwick

Me handing over my future to Jack to pursue this false reality of travelling the world exporting diamonds and making 400k a year with little to no work was bullshit. Obvious when you see it in text. You get nothing in this life for free, and if you do, then you just haven’t realised what it cost. And if this thing goes down, if the great Riley Dyson finally meets his maker, then find this passage. Show it to the world. Capitalise off it and put all the profits on the six in the first at Randwick this Saturday.

7. Maybe God is Australian
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7. Maybe God is Australian

I sit in the dark pub playing house music, on my phone getting laugh reacts in group chats. Drinking kingfishers and eating prawns. I walk home drunk, poetically sexting beautiful women from home. Listening to Watermelon on easter hay by frank Zappa, knowing my emotions are passing cars and I think God is everywhere, and he doesn’t much care for worshipping, maybe he is Australian.

6. The famous Jack who wanted me
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6. The famous Jack who wanted me

"I was trying to work out his motive. Did he want to fuck me? Did he want to kill me? Everything he said was leading towards something, but I didn’t know enough to work out what."

5. “Do you have a big one?” asked the man with leaking eyes
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5. “Do you have a big one?” asked the man with leaking eyes

Yes, I was here looking for GOD, and I wasn’t going to find him at the bottom of a Kingfisher. I had a troublesome thought. This trip will change me, sure. But what if for the worse? What if I get home and the life I used to play in was now completely unbearable. Expensive and entitled people. Restaurants not having 11 people waiting for your eye contact. You see, what if I get home and I don’t have that privilege. Here I am rich, in money and sometimes spirit. At home I am broke, in money and sometimes spirit. 

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