When I worked in Sydney in 1989, a bloke climbed to the top of Transport House and committed suicide by jumping off. He hit the street about 20 yards from where I was standing. I had my back to him at the time, but I heard it.
Something today triggered the memory I'd been able to supress for 15 years, and now the sound is playing in my head like a stuck record.
Something today triggered the memory I'd been able to supress for 15 years, and now the sound is playing in my head like a stuck record.
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Date: 4 Feb 2004 16:36 (UTC)Take it easy, Mate.
You know what I refer to those memories as?
"Monsters from the Id" ;)
Yer friend,
Scott