Waking up on a cold and miserable morning in Fitzroy (Melbourne), looking at my clock it's 5am and the countdown to my day had begun.I texted my boss "I quit" I really hated my job and slaving my ass away for something I didn't have passion for and felt no motivation as I truly believed it was a dead end.
Throughout the day, my thoughts were jumping around like kids on a trampoline I was confused, lost and homeless..I felt that the only way out, was to spend my last 300 bucks on a plane ticket back home to Sydney. I got an anonymous call, seeing the number, not recognizing the number I thought I had nothing to lose so I pick up the phone. I had landed a job interview on the following Monday. Suddenly I felt a hint of hope. Knowing that I was going to be in the same situation again but I was desperate for cash and needed to find a way to survive.
Later on the afternoon,I got myself a 6 pack of cheap booze and sat in the patio alone in the hostel and put some tunes on and let my mind wonder. Unexpectedly two Pommie lads sat beside me and asked if they could join me...
As the stars got brighter and as we exchanges our life stories, travel experience, lighting up some broccoli, drinking cheap goon. It came to my discovery that one lad ..say his name was Dean, expressed himself that he writes as a hobby. he asked me "are you a writer or a public speaker ? (due to our conversations was raising to many different topics) I would love to read your ideas and you amazing experience so far" my reply was like "Yo man, I'm 70% deaf and can't read or write well...I'm too afraid,words scare me, my messages ain't clear"
He had disappeared, while I had a quick chat to this lovely good looking bird from Germany, completely jet-leg, just arriving to Melbourne eyes wide open...openly asking my advise or a recommend bar close by...damn she was ready to explore Australia.
Dean, had return and was holding a strange object I couldn't make out, and I'm sure it was not another broccoli, he handed over a to me a fine brown pen, my mind just went numb to rethink for a second and I quote " I want you to write, I think you got some really good experience and ideas, many people including myself would like to read your stories and just gotta get the flow 1st, use this pen to write on a serviette,paper,hand etc anything you come up with" he said to me, My whole mind just came to the conclusion knowing what I need to do....just write.
This is how it all began