Later that night we went to gate- crash a party five suburbs away. Getting ready, I started shaving and cut myself, trying to stop the blood, looking in the mirror, reminiscing how Dad mentioned ‘It doesn’t matter how good a musician you are; you have to entertain the crowd.’ This really resonated with me overtime. I kept thinking about it, watching live acts and lead singers perform. We heard that some band was playing at the party. Tommy was off his P plates; he was automatically nominated as the driver.
We all piled into a 1976 Datsun 260C sedan coupe that he recently bought secondhand. I had a gut feeling Gazza and Daz had stolen it, but we never asked questions like that within this now tight-knit group.
We were all smoking, drinking, and carrying on. The volume was coming from leve
