Doggity

Hot Doggity!

The door of the Youth Centre was open and sounds of silence pleasantly replaced by the sounds of party. The music was loud and the sound of excited laughter and talking was almost crazed sound. Like perfectly crazed glaze, an unexpected composite of jagged lines and interposed tracery.

I thought I saw the tall and elegant carriage and movement of a friend and decided I was mistaken. In retrospect I realise I was mistaken to have not followed my instinct because it would have been my friend who lives in Adelaide and he works with Aboriginal youth. I was so close.