In the distance...a tramp dressed in black appears on horseback in a manner resembling vapor trails from mythical jetliners. On his back, a Prada full of bottled water -- or piss, rather. Either way, on the label the words 'Water, Navajo Tears, or Whatever The Fuck Gets You Off' are scrawled. He introduces himself as 'Jack Kennedy' -- a lazy pseudonym obviously lifted from 'A Conventional 20th Century History of the United States of America' or some nonsense. Regardless, he was unquestionably Australian. We became fast friends...if you'll excuse the pun.

That was about six thousand klicks ago; before we realized the world was without end.

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