We go straight to Royal Canberra Hospital. Aunty has flowers. I hold them. Bright yellow and orange ones. The worst part of the trip is parking the car. The usual dramas of finding a spot and then parking perfect seem surreal when considered next to what will be waiting inside. We get out and I think I’m going to vomit. I feel pale. Quickly get changed into the suit behind in the car park. A security guard is looking through the smashed back glass into the back an older model Ford and says nobody can stop those fuckin’ methadone junkies! My aunty smiles to be polite, uncle says no, and we try to find an exit so we can enter.
Words by James Andre Pictures By Luke Pickett
