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Four days have passed since Deathcon 1 and glitter still litters Leah Greenbow’s hair and chest.
The leasing agent spoke candidly to The Advocate this morning after landing back in the Desert Capital early yesterday morning – just before work.
While she conceded that her chipper mood yesterday might’ve given her the impression that she might’ve gotten away with a heavy weekend in Sydney but work today has ‘really sorted the wheat from the chaff’.
“I feel pretty bad, to be honest,” she said.
“Yesterday, I thought as though I’d escaped most of the fallout from Saturday but jumping Jesus, my friend, today is going to be a long fucking day,”
“Defcon was great but I’m glad they shut it down. I’m never going back there again. This morning waking up, I felt as if I’d woken up in the Marianas Trench. My eyes hurt and I feel like crying. Am I wasting my life? Am I really happy with it all? Maybe I should move overseas? Maybe that will solve all my problems. Starting again somewhere new. Far far away from this arid desert fuck hole here on the edge of the Simpson. Am I over-reacting?”
Our reporter, who is quite unqualified to answer that question, just said to go get some bananas and go eat them under a nice tree in the park on her lunch break today.
The French Quarter resident said thanks and put her eyes into the balls of her hands and sighed.
More to come.
