Canberra’s druggos are out and about, kicking off this weekend with a stroll around the streets of braddon completed stoned off their faces. I stepped out of Pirates of the Caribbean and thought for a moment I was looking into the dead eyes of Davey Jones’ crew. Luckily it was just a local druggie making weird noises and following me home.
After trawling through the phone book (so why do you have to turn through 67 pages to find the number for police attendance?) I was on hold for a while before figuring that they would ask me “what do you want me to do about it?” like they did last time I called (to report a brawl in Civic).
Ahh Canberra. You gotta love it. Or not.