Sleeping in a Graveyard.

”They've spun a web for me...”

Waking up in a graveyard knowing you have to move, fast, almost run. You have your skate and it makes the downhills easier, making ten minute walks into one minute rides. And it is amazing watching the sun rise behind the harbour as you are struggling across the river, on the bridge to Freo.

Waking up in a strange bed with a beautiful girl lying on the other side of the room reading a book. She smiles and says to you: ”Good morning...” I smile back and look at the time, it is five in the pm.