Pauline Hanson supporters: Who are they? Where did they come from? What on earth is going on in their heads?
One Nation’s recently acquired four seats in the Senate, and this remains a political enigma that progressive Australia simply cannot wrap its mind around.
Are you a #Entrepreneur, struggling to get the brand recognition you and your fledgeling startup (which is definitely somehow more prestigious than a regular “small business”) deserve?
Do you like awake at night, wondering how many more eBooks you’ll have to get some guy in the Philippines to write before you’re finally recognised as the #ThoughtLeader you truly are?
Is it about time that you swapped Tinder for SeekingArrangement.com?
If you answered yes to these questions, this is the article for you! Fasten your pocket squares and hold onto your copy of GQ, because you’re about to find out how the real #Entrepreneurs do it, in just three easy steps!
Did your cortisol rise when you saw this? Did your dopamine/serotonin/oxytocin begin to flow freely?
If my work has elicited some sort of emotion within you, please help support my creative endeavours. You can do this by:
- Contributing to my GoFundMe
- Leaving a comment explaining why you love/hate what you’ve seen here today
- Submitting a story idea or commissioning a piece
Thank you for supporting independent journalism and savage satire.
Las Vegas had set my plans back by two days, and I desperately needed to make up time if I was going to hit Seattle*.
The plan was to drop Chris and Corey back into Simi Valley, then take the first highway north. I’d stay at a cheap motel when I got sick of driving then head to San Francisco the next day.
At 1am I pulled off the highway at Atascadero, only to get straight back on again when I discovered it was 150 for a night in the Motel 6.
By 2am, I couldn’t rely on The Eels and wound down windows to stay awake, so I detoured east to get a $57 room in Fresno County
“Fresno” and “Coalinga” did ring a prisony, bikerish, gangland sort of bell. But, after several turns from the highway I was travelling away from neighbourhoods and onto empty desert roads.
There was no one around, and that made me feel safe (in the beginning).
Written for & originally published in Dreamland Magazine, Edition 2.
“You have nowhere to hide. We are everywhere… For the good of your followers, for the good of mankind, for our own enjoyment, we will proceed to expel you from the internet,” Anonymous announced to the Church of Scientology, via YouTube, in 2008. Read more
Adventure: It’s the feeling of driving out of a place you’ve never been to before, towards a destination you haven’t decided on yet. It’s having no one to see and no particular time to be wherever it is your going – you’re just down for whatever. That’s the feeling, and it’s good. Intoxicatingly good… especially when you’re alone.