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Hitting Rock Bottom

Walking down Queen Street in Auckland one day, I saw a man wearing a hairy gorilla suit. He was sitting on the sidewalk behind a cardboard box, muttering to himself. “F**k this,” he said, quietly. Then, louder, “F**k this.” He stood abruptly, ripped off his gorilla mask and threw it to the ground. “F**K THIS,” […]

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