: went to brisbane to visit karl smith. it was a strange journey to his place via taxi and bus. he lived in a hotel room, door 18 and we hung out most of the time smoking cigarettes, watching tv. there wasn't much to do in brisbane apparently. so i went to the beach and there i met my mum and we bought ice cream. and i bumped into estella and she was carrying her 2nd child. she married a japanese man and she couldn't talk much as she was in a rush to go somewhere. :
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