escape

The extreme version of the idea about escape or getaway is immigration. One day you think, that’s it I'm fucking tired of this, a new life must be somewhere else far better than here, cause I can't take it anymore. But where would you go. People fling themselves all over the planet and eventually end up here in Australia. I sometimes doubt why would anybody want to come here? What is the fucking point of this country anyway? Never in my life have ever thought about relocation, but now I'm here as Sydney Bogan with a certificate.

You will want to get a dog when you reach certain point in your life. I can't even believe I'm talking to you about this, but it is what happens. I remember been a young man walking around my hometown and seeing those old middle-aged guys with a dog, walking the dog, everybody looks so sad. Now it's time for me to walk a dog. Cause you can't help but have a relationship with the dog. The idea is that any animal when you open the front door and it runs up to you and stick its face under your crotch, you're bascially having a intimate relationship with it, and eventually start to care about it.