Slept in a backhouse on the same street I lived on for three years almost a decade ago. Same street I first broke up with and got back together with my wife. Same street my now dead dog Sebastian got attacked on the day after Christmas. Same street I walked up and down over a thousand times and yet, everything is both different and the same now. Everything is very Taoist and if I’m the Sage then its time to get the parliament in my friggin’ massive noggin to shut the fuck up and start enjoying the river…Time to go and pretend I’m an actor and forget I’m a writer…May the Swork be with you.