I washed my hands 10 times, then 10 times more. It felt like the blood wouldn’t come off. WHAT THE FUCK? screamed my mind on repeat.
The scene from the last hour kept playing through my head. Warm blood running over my hands, staining my clothes. Dark red. Not my blood. Her voice mumbling, “Sleep, I…
What’s the most quintessential injury an Aussie can get in Bali?
A scooter accident.
Okay, what’s the second most?
Animal Bite.
What’s the third—actually, forget it.
Picture this, it’s 3 o’clock in the afternoon and you’ve just down a beverage called Adios Motherfucker. Sorry, Adios Motherfu*cker. Can’t forget the oddly placed asterisk; it’s honestly charming.…