Another day without a picture. I took this one a few weeks ago, but thought it was fitting. This 365 Days of Us has started really fucking shithouse, right?
I promise, tomorrow will be better.
Gotta grab life by the balls and believe that Gus was found and buried on a riverfront property by an old local cocky who’s name is Bob, and farewelled by his wife Rosie, who popped some roses on top of where he lays.
It’s a nice thought; resting forever, asleep by the Murray, swinging in his hammock.
