I’m staying at the Parkville Motel, Brunswick, and it’s all good. I haven’t come across anyone; then, there he is, right in front of me. Standing outside the Barkly Square Shopping Centre on Sydney Road, Brunswick. The man they call The Doctor (as in Doctor Feelgood). He looks at me, a smile starts to spread across his face in recognition. I stop walking for a moment; he grabs me, bear hugs me in front of the whole street.
‘Where you been, man? I thought you were dead.’
‘Sydney.’
‘Hiding in the open like,’ he says.
‘Yeah, something like that.’
‘You reincarnated mother…I thought you were dead.’
‘You said that, Doc. What’re doing with yourself?’
‘For work like?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Growing hydro, mate. I got a great setup. Can’t grow the stuff quick enough and…’
‘Jesus, Doc, keep it down, wou
