MethHead Thieves and Doughnuts
Each night as the sun was fading, my buddy and I would drive to this wide open dirt clearing out the back of an industrial estate
It was the size of four football fields. Marsh on one side and a little river on the other. Here we’d park up against the bright lights of the mining port in the background.
We’d then chuck on the radio and pull out our 5litre goon sack (Cask wine).