Well, everyone, the Sydney autumn is proving changeable, but is still warmer than usual. Although, thank God, the evenings are nice and cool. And speaking of cool, the story under discussion today has some very hip and cool characters, set in bohemian Newtown, inner city Sydney. The tale is entitled, Throwing Poses, and is the thirty-first story in Aberrant Selected. Like the previous story, this one is also a chronicle of true events, which I partially turned into fiction. Let me explain.
One cool spring night, high on LSD and walking along the main street of Newton during my previous years of homelessness, I was suddenly attracted by bright lights on my right, seemingly just having turned on. Like a moth I was attracted to the lights, and stumbled into the beginning of a photo shoot in a shop. The photographer looked very disappointed at my entrance, and I likewise felt guilty about causing trouble. Needless to say I left the shop immediately, but my high was a bit damaged.
Throughout the years after this incident I sometimes thought of it, and the feeling of guilt remained there. I eventually wrote a story about it, starting off with the bright lights, and then fictionalising the rest. I no longer feel that guilt since writing the story, and for some reason remember the bright lights fondly now. Probably because it was my first taste of fame.
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