Saturday, February 18, 2006

gbh

This morning I went to Broady Plaza (which is what I have always called it, with no particular ironic or humourous intent, appropriately as to do so is neither ironic or humourous, but in fact its real name is Broadmeadows Town Centre) to get the ingredients for bagels. On the way I saw a car parked in the median strip in Johnstone st with two big holes in the back windscreen, about the size of lawn bowls bowling balls. All sorts of thoughts went through my head. Two passengers in back seat shot with bazooka, went one headline. Even though I am not really sure of what a bazooka is. On the way back from Broady Town Centre I saw a middle aged man of mediterranean appearance gingerly driving the car away. So I don't know.

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