went for a run down to moore park and felt pissed off that i looked like a fucking inner-west yuppie on a health kick. no health kick for me thank you. i abuse and look after my body in equal parts and idiosyncratic ways. that’s why i went to run at the same park at which i found myself wasted at six am sunday morning. in engadine i looked at people with scorn because they looked at me like i was a freak. here sometimes i look at people with scorn because they look at me like we’re friends.