The return of Everett True | 129. Kitchen’s Floor
Just a slice of malignant, malodorous, malnutritous magnificence to start the day. We’re going to be leaving Brisbane in a couple of months time, and there’s plenty I’ll miss. For now, I want to focus on the noise. Matt Kennedy’s been a constant, a reminder that not everyone is a smug happy pool-owner or inane stoned-out […]