My eyes are blurry from the tears and I'm squirming in my seat. My nose is a faucet under my facemask. I'm struggling to control my sniffling so my neighbours don't think I have the spicy cough. Staring intently at the seatbelt sign, I yearn for the light to dim so I can run to…
It’s 9pm on a Saturday. Joel and I sit on the couch in the shared common room of a North Queensland hostel. I tilt my head back and close my eyes, remembering a night four years ago when I was just 18 years old, drunk in one of my hometown nightclubs.
“After that it all…