Friends in Australia
When I first met Fitzy, he was drunk off three pints of brandy, wearing a broken travel backpack, and rambling about his latest trip to Australia. Apparently the happy go lucky bloke had spent 6 months trekking on foot through the land down under, camping out by Ayer’s Rock and living among the aborigines. According to Fitzy, he spent his days fishing in the streams or ponds or hunting small game in the bush and at night, he and the tribesmen would tell stories over the campfire or just under the stars. It all sounded very magical but, as it would come to turn out, Fitzy was not a seasoned world traveler, but actually a former mental patient turned homeless who had recently wandered into town. While I didn’t believe his ramblings, I certainly found them enjoyable and I was happy to throw a couple of bucks his way.
