19/08/2004 - 6:07 p.m.

Went and saw Dr E then walked along K Road.

K Road, the red light district. Full of punk girls, pretty boys and people of indeterminate gender. Saris and sex shops check by jowl. Thrift shops and up and coming young designers muddled in with pubs, clubs, alternative stores and galleries. Sleazy, funky, sparkling about living life at a million miles a minute and not getting caught in the under tow.

As far as it is possible to get from the pasturised, homogenised, sanitised, deorderised world of the suburbs.

Swinging along in the sunshine, knowing that this was home, a heartache for Cuba and Willis Street.

Wishing I could share this view of my city and my soul. Maybe if C makes it to NZ I will take him. H would not cope I do not think - I forget that he can be a very white bread boy sometimes.

Though not everyone's growing up lets them see that this maybe be a riot but that it is joyous and uplifting. That sleaze is not a bad thing.

Walking in the sunshine of mid winter

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