A memoir of a hot Melbourne night

It's hot!! the air con is broken and there is not a single ceiling fan in the house. There is a slight southerly breese drifting in through the back door and drafting it's way through the kitchen into my room where I lay crouched on the floor and type this and doing general website updates and visit facebook crap every now and then, and then the drifting weezely air drifts out the front door straight onto the street where I can hear cars, someone yelling and sometimes a door slam. Right now though there is a man's voice barking with short statcatto bite sized low stabs of noise. I guess the heat effects everyone in different ways. Let people be people until they look they're gonna hurt people, is the motto that I have just made up while writing this. 

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