Not really what you expect to hear at 7:30 in the morning. But then again, I suppose anything is fair game once you get into the city. I could hear him, but I couldn’t see him yet, not with the daily commuters walking by, obstructing my view. In between the scissoring legs I glimpsed him sitting on an overturned milk crate, like slides going through a projector.
“I will never die. I will never die. I will never die.”
I was stopped on my bike beside and slightly behind the tram (it’s recommended to stop while passengers board and disembark, otherwise things can get messy). When the tram doors closed I moved forward to get a better listen to what he was bellowing to no one in particular.
“Stone cold sober, mate. Drink-free, drug-free. You can try to kill me right now. I will never die.”
What was he on about? Is he a plant from the government in some progressive plan to tackle the alcohol problems in Melbourne? Or was he, in fact, on drugs?
Feature photo: Difei Li
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Or maybe, and just maybe…he will never die! And if that is true then he has eternity to wander around muttering when he should be asleep in an alley somewheres.
Maybe he is one of those power of positive thinking kicks…let’s see if it works;
I will always live. I will always live.
Oh yeah…kinda like Stuart Smalley, ya think? “I’m good enough, I’m smart enough…and doggonit, people like me!”