It's too fuckin' hot!
We ate Japanese, in Smith Street. We drank coffee, outside in the street, so I could indulge my (continuing) nicotine habit.
Wow, said Josh. Everybody, just everybody is going to Q&A.
Um, well, we are, practically, sitting right outside it.
Ah, yes, said Josh. Precisely.
More coffee?
It was just too fuckin' hot! The sweat stuck to my face like a face mask. The air was thick and still. Not a breath in it. Cars doors opened and shut. People milled. Gone. Sucked into the vacuum of the heat.
We walked the Gertrude Street hill with heavy feet.
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