f**k earthquakes. I’m moving to Aussie.
I blow Mumsie kisses through the window of the plane, then it blazes down the runway and lifts into the air and that’s me: outta here.
A couple days from now, I’ll be working in the mines of Queensland. That’s my destiny. The highest payingest manliest s**t I can think of. Moving up, away from Brockworth, away from quakes and wiggers and Mum and Dad’s corny accents. f**k Crimechurch.
Using this credit card the mines recruiter Timmo gave me at the Careers Expo, I jet from Brissie to Townsville, then over to Mt Isa, getting f****d-up on the flight with cans of Canadian Club and trying to read this book called The Turner Diaries Master Kyle gave me.
The Turner DiariesWhen I open the door to wobble down into the airport at Mt Isa, it feels like Mumsi
