Gee golly, said some itinerant tent dweller who just set up his camp nearby, right in front of Posso’s home, and he’s just gone down to the Meth dealers area to score or gone for a walk, but when they walk straight across into snake infested territory, you know they’re mad. He hasn’t come over to say G’day or nothing, sits in his little trapdoor spider tent, looks like a serial nutter, he might be alright, but when there’s no G’day or no visit to say something like, “Where do I find a shower”, or anything at all, doesn’t go any where, and mutters names like Alex Barnaby and Priscilla something or another, who has stayed in her caravan some few metres away, and hasn’t come out but once, with her husband or someone, has three men sitting around on chairs occasionally, and all you hear from their area is muttering, threats and disgusting talk, and she has been here for weeks. When that shit happens, you know they are involved in something big, and indeed, as they used to say, something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Like my current, home away from home.
