Geraldton. Western Australia. Australia. Population, 20,000. Stardate… August 20, 2008. The motel with the horseracing tiles in the kitchen. Brown, semi-shagpile carpet from a time long, long ago. A little down on my luck. Bussed it in from Port Hedland, rock hard mining town, where I worked; correction, where I was a wage slave in a very average pub.
I arrived in the early hours of the morning and had made arrangements to pick up the key outside the motel room door, under a rock or something. When I got there, the key was in the door and a note on the kitchen table to ‘fix us up’ in the morning, meaning cash-type money had to be given. I was waiting on the severance pay from that last job to arrive, due in exactly two hours. My pay normally went into my bank account at 4AM. Yeah, I’m int
