06/01/2026
The sun rose on a new year he stumbled along occasionally standing to the side to let high functioning early rising human types past a look of bitter contempt on most of their faces.
The taste of blood in his mouth reminding him it wasn’t a new him though, hangover throbbing, knuckles sore.
And all the while as he shuffled home, he didn’t even notice that Brisbane St was melting… perhaps what was to happen next would mean a new him?
