sometimes when you see a boy off at the airport, a boy who leaves you his magnificent frostfree fridge to look after while he heads off on an indefinitely long trip overseas, not knowing when exactly he will return, and even though you may well be catching two planes to meet up with him in vietnam or china in six or ten weeks, you have to take two buses home, and scrub down your old cyclic defrost fridge which sits alone down in the garage, so that maybe you can sell it off to someone who doesn’t know its history of being a happy home to many evil little cockroaches.

also, you have to put on a ratcat cd. don’t go now.