Down by the casino today, I’m slipping tripping around in new shoes. I wanted to summer-proof my feet so I stupidly slathered them with moisturizer this morning. They’re always playing some cheesy song over the PA to persuade gamblers to enter and leave their kids in the car. Today it’s Dont Worry Be Happy, the background singers sound so mournful and I can’t believe you’re gone. I am blocking out the last time I saw you with your face all grey and twisted with pain, I am thinking of you sitting at the kitchen bench digging out stray bits of lunch with a toothpick, cracking jokes, smelling like the shearing shed, being the guy I idolised all my life. It’s only been a few hours but I just want to tell you I miss you miss you miss you so much.