Snaped at Pullen

2:30am ChCh: we were playing pinball 'and thats got nothing to do with Stacey Pullen

The next morning I woke up at the Ferry Terminal in Picton .. .after that it was the Harbor with sleep all down the leg of my pant.

Sometime after Midnight coffee and marching up and down Cuba I really was in Wellington. Strangely nothing had changed, apart from I couldn't find the guy who danced to Micheal ' but it was a public holiday.

Then I was in Kingston .. some cracker was flipping records, while Psi geeked out on Mills Movies. I found a note for one Million dollars but it belonged to Mia.

At the skate park 'Luke complained about the transition ..I was just worried that the pinball had all been a dream.

Damn was the Techno brilliant though, I danced like a floor polisher, I moved like a robot. Some guy tried to tell me Stacey was almost Techhouse, I was afraid but it was only Phil.

Pullen played, and smiled, and played, I smiled. Glad I cut my Mohawk off. We all danced under flashing lights, through smoke and s-ence.

Someone yelled something about time-based media .. I said its Detriot Techno .. 'you know electronic music. He said "I work at the university".

The hostess never woke me for coffee, at least I had changed my shirt in the cue so I didn't smell like sweat club while I ranted duf duf to Softex in the shocking light of the morning.

The pinball machine was not a dream. It meet me at the airport grinning like the two dollar robber it was.