Welcome from the Great Western Tears

My year began in a dim basement room on Australia’s Great Ocean Road, 2 stroke smoke fumes choking me awake as an inebriated friend attempted to win a quick 100 dollars by kick-starting his two dirt bikes barefoot. The Kawasaki turned over but the Yamaha backfired and cut a deep gash in the base of his foot. I spent the first morning of 2014 picking him up from the medical centre in Torquay. That’s how a Hillbilly gets the year started and there was plenty more action to come.
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