WENDELL HUSSEY | Cadet | CONTACT
A rapidly decaying local man from Betoota Heights is today coming to terms with his mortality.
32-year-old Shane Willis explained to our humble regional newspaper that he is getting ready to meet his maker.
The long awaited date with destiny comes in the form of a three day bucks party down the coast, with his brother in law and a bunch of people he doesn’t really know.
“Fuck, I committed to it months ago,” sighed Willis, packing his back pack with clothes, a phone charger, a couple of packets of darts, some miscellaneous grog from his top cupboard and a couple of goodies.
“My brother pulled out cause he’s under the thumb, and dad said he just wants to steer clear of it.”
“So it’s me, one of the cousins, and a bunch of the bucks’ mates for 3 days.”
“I now know what it felt like to get conscripted.”
Sighing while he zipped up his back pack and made tracks to get in a car with someone he’d never met to get a lift down the coast, Willis said there’s only one way through.
“Yeah, you’ve gotta plough ahead.”
“Pedal to the metal, and give myself an excuse to lay in bed for a while before slinking off for a reclusive bacon and egg role and a Powerade.”
“Full noise.”
“Here we go.”
