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I had a bad hangover, and was sitting in West End in Brisbane, eating noodles. A guy comes and sits down next to me. He's drinking cooking port wine out of the bottle. He starts talking to me. The first thing he said was, "I'm a vegetarian."
"Aah, okay", I said.
He says: "I grew up in Papua New Guinea. My father was in the army. One day, when I was 10, I saw the children throw rocks at a mango tree."
"Oh, really?" I reply.
"Yeah. So I became a vegetarian."
I waited. But that was the whole story.
Then we spent 10 minutes arguing whether I wanted cooking port poured on my noodles or not.
Another weird conversation: Brisbane, on a bench in Queen Street:
A guy sits down next to me. This was our full conversation.
"Have you seen Kylie?!!"
"Umm, no. Can't say I have."
"DID YOU SEE IT?"
"Umm, must have missed it."
"FUCK MAN BLOOD EVERYWHERE, POOUF!!!"
"Aw shit..?"
"FUCK YOU MAN ONE DAY I'M GONNA BE JUST LIKE YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!"
I walked away. Slowly. When people don't listen to you, and make up your answers in their heads, it's a bad sign.
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