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This afternoon, while frequenting one of the many bars I frequent, I overheard the following statement uttered by a super trendy young woman playing pool with her noticeably less trendy friend.

There were some real assholes in Footscray last night.”

Yes. I imagine there was. It is Footscray after all. I mean, it’s not Dandenong, or Frankston, but still…

I once saw a man randomly dive onto the bonnet of a car stopped in traffic and vomit onto the windshield in Footscray. At 11:00am on a Tuesday no less.

Good phở though.

Short Thought 038

Ed Sheehan is in my general proximity. And the only reaction that inspires is…

That video he did with the cat was kinda cool, also he completely ruined that one episode of Game of Thrones.

And I take that shit seriously.

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Ed Sheeran. Not even once.

Oh, And That Snapchat Thing…

What Snapchat thing? This Snapchat thing…

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Believe it or not, a reasonable number of peeps actually joined the Only I Stand Here Snapchat account that I created back here.

I can assure you, fair readers, that I’m as shocked as you are.

To these brave souls I say, god bless your cotton socks. You are truly the intrepid pioneers among us and are deserving of all the awe and admiration that such an undertaking warrants.

Kudos.

 

Only I Stand Here on Snapchat. This Should Be Interesting…

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How long until I’m inundated with random dick pics?

Finally! After musing about it forever, and procrastinating about it for even longer, Only I Stand Here is now on Snapchat.

Firstly, I have zero idea how this is going to integrate into Only I Stand Here proper. Or how to manage it at all really. So I’m already off to a brilliant start.

Secondly, I also have zero idea if anyone currently reading my nonsense has any inclination to tap into my ongoing misadventures in a real time environment. I’m an acquired taste, I get that. Having me accessible in the palm of your hand at all times may be a bit much. Fair call really.

Thirdly, following The Year of the Chronically Offended that was 2017, it’s now 2018. The Year Reason Died. There’s every single chance that without the benefit of drafts, review, thoughtful contemplation, or any kind of filtering process, I will offend/alienate the few readers I already have. Apologies in advance.

Finally, and perhaps most importantly, I’m totally intrigued to see what kind of Snaps I get from the masses.

Dick pics I assume. Always dick pics.

So if you’re into endless non sequiturs, impotent raging against the machine, mass confusion regarding societal norms and the occasional thoughtful prose, all while drinking too much, touch the screen and join the fray!