We are earnestly practising our gin spinning skills. Arms out, turning and turning until we almost puke, then lying on our backs on the comforting loose gravel of the empty car park. The world spinning spinning spinning.
We are earnestly practising our gin spinning skills. Arms out, turning and turning until we almost puke, then lying on our backs on the comforting loose gravel of the empty car park. 

The world spinning
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On Friday nights we go out to Avondale and get drunk in the car park.

We are earnestly practising our gin spinning skills. Arms out, turning and turning until we almost puke, then lying on our backs on the comforting loose gravel of the empty car park. The world spinning spinning spinning.

Bits of broken glass in our hair. Sparkle like jewels if you hold them up to the light and shut one eye.

Best view of the starnight in the parking lot behind the Avondale shopping centre, lit by one or two remaining street lights.

Transformed by day into a heady market of cheap Indian tie die, incense sticks and bright red pickle.

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