My 2025-self is spent. Outsourcing today’s newsletter to my kind 2014-self, who saved this story in a Dropbox Folder for me <3
Dane at work reckoned the Four Corners expose was a beat up.
He reckoned he and his mates had been doing it for years and were fine.
“Ice isn't technically even crystal meth.” He said. "It's just speed that you smoke."
Dane stayed awake for three days before he worked out that his own Dad was out to get him.
Dane's Dad was a cab driver. Dane suspected that, instead of driving around, collecting fares, his father had enlisted every cabbie in Sydney to run surveillance, communicating Dane's movements back to base via radio.
This culminated in Dane locking himself in the bin room out the back of the pub we both worked at.
When he finally came out, I drove him back to West Pennant Hills while he smoked cigarettes with the windows up because it was raining.
Dane got fired from the pub, which was a good thing.
Because after that, he met someone, got married and had a child of his own.
After that he started spamming everyone on his Facebook to vote for it as the “Hills District and Greater North-west's Most Photogenic Baby.”
After that, I clicked "unfollow friend” and now I don’t hear much of Dane.
My Advertising Portfolio, Chapter 4
A series about my career in advertising. Here’s Chapter 1 if you want to start there.