It's a chance to shake off all our responsibilites and hit the beach, or have a barbeque with family and friends, making sure to reflect on how lucky we are to live in Australia... Personally, I've always felt more of an affinity with the Irish, but that's just me.
I do feel lucky that on Australia Day a guy like me (with a small to mid-sized criminal history) is allowed (practically obligated) to wander the streets in broad daylight, wearing nothing but a pair of short-shorts and an Australian flag cape, drinking beer and good naturedly harassing the ladies.
In order to accomplish this I have to find someone to watch my son, as it wouldn't do to expose him to all this madness at such an impressionable age. He's got a tough enough road ahead when he discovers my not-so-secret scandalous past. I'm dreading the day he's old enough to confront me about my brief time as an escort.
It was a very confusing time for me.
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