Choosing to watch the VHS recording of last night's good bad TV over sending my friend off to Melbourne at the airport was the right choice. The good bad TV wasn't particularly good, but at least it made me laugh. Airport goodbyes would involve heavy tears and long periods of depression to follow, something I didn't need on a Monday night.
Not seeing him off would also give my subconscious the perfect excuse to believe he hasn't actually left. Following this same logic, Leslie Cheung is still alive.
I long for the day Leslie comes out to give another sensational world tour. But for now, it's goodbye to the one who grows kangaroos.
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