Exit diary: Chapter 1
When the rain started I didn’t know what to do. I had just left town. Everything was crumbling around me. It wasn’t quite as apocalyptic as that makes it out to be but there was a serious miserable overtone to the entire journey. Anyway there I was driving on the freeway, trying to forget everything that had happened in the last few weeks but my phone just wouldn’t stop ringing. I pulled over to answer it eventually. It was Scott. He wanted the number for the 24 hour plumber available in Melbourne. I told him that Google exists for a reason. Scott has a habit of asking me unnecessary questions. I carried on driving trying to put it all out my mind. I even turned my phone off. When I finally arrived at the cabin that night, I couldn’t help but write a song for Scott and the plumber and the whole situation. It was just one of those moments, all those emotions could only pour out of me with my guitar in hand. Obviously I had no intention to ever share this song with anyone, especially not Scott. It was just for me. As I started processing all the emotion and understanding the layers of how I felt I started to feel a little guilty. Particularly over my actions towards Scott. He was hardly the victim but I had been a little harsh. I wrote him an email explaining my actions and at the end I attached the details for a good local plumber in Melbourne. I said I didn’t really want to chat anytime soon but when I’m back in town I’ll be sure to see him and catch up. Within a couple of hours the solitude was already working its magic on me. Perhaps it was more the whiskey than the solitude, but something was certainly helping.