Rock 'n' Roll Personality Disorder: A Twelve Step Plan
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2. Cross Bridges When You Come To Them
When I first moved to Sydney from Newcastle, I took the Harbour Bridge like the pilgrim dreamer I was: a Catholic boy all the way.It was a perfect sunny day, the water below blue as sky, the Opera House shell-white. As light ribboned between the pylons and cables and I rode high in the driver’s seat of a hired van, I promised myself that I would be someone and make a mark on the city. That it would know me. I was 21 year’s old.It doesn’t embarrass me to think about this moment now - even if it is a bit Saturday Night Fever meets Holden Caulfield, with an admittedly megalomaniacal touch of Alexander the Great - because I can still feel the energy of crossing the Bridge. The sincere hope, the becoming force, the way the Carlisle Expressway gulped me down into one last arresting moment as I let its momentum take me into the city. Zoom.
When I first moved to Sydney from Newcastle, I took the Harbour Bridge like the pilgrim dreamer I was: a Catholic boy all the way.It was a perfect sunny day, the water below blue as sky, the Opera House shell-white. As light ribboned between the pylons and cables and I rode high in the driver’s seat of a hired van, I promised myself that I would be someone and make a mark on the city. That it would know me. I was 21 year’s old.It doesn’t embarrass me to think about this moment now - even if it is a bit Saturday Night Fever meets Holden Caulfield, with an admittedly megalomaniacal touch of Alexander the Great - because I can still feel the energy of crossing the Bridge. The sincere hope, the becoming force, the way the Carlisle Expressway gulped me down into one last arresting moment as I let its momentum take me into the city. Zoom.
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