#undergoat

There’s this park with a bunch of model trains on Spring Street in Toowoomba that my uncle (we call him Monghi) took me to when I was really little (about 4 years old). The place was actually closed when we went and he kinda just snuck us in because nobody actually guarded the place. He’d bring his dog (a jack Russel named Squid) along and hit a tennis ball with a racket as far as he could for her to fetch. 

I also pretty distinctly remember the pool at the first house I lived in as a little kid because I almost drowned in it. 

Also Cresbrooke Dam, back when my step grandmother, Onarita (Rita for short) was still on good terms with the rest of my family (long story short she’s a bitch) we’d go fishing there with all the extended family from the Philippines as well as relatives on my side of the family. When we got back to Rita's house we’d basically sit in a gutting circle and gut like a couple hundred fish to sell. 

There’s also Monghi’s house, which was full of all sorts of ridiculous stuff. Guy used to be a hunter and Navy something-or-other so he has all kinds of weird stuff just sitting around his loungeroom. Off the top of my head he has a little statue of a man with a duck’s head, a bunch of goat skulls, a metal trophy in the shape of a horse’s ass, a bow and arrow hanging on the wall, a bunch of maps, a cabinet full of random knick knacks and an Eric Cartman frisbee. He also has an old turquoise Kombi Pickup that he’s had since I can remember, thing has gone through 6 engines. Monghi refuses to let it die.