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A long time ago, an old Roma man read my future. He told me I would always walk the rocky road, but my life would be filled with music. Scoff if you like, but he was spot on.
Some of these stories are about people I met along that road, when Aotearoa New Zealand hadn’t yet become cool and you couldn’t get a decent cup of coffee anywhere. Others are about dreams of life in Australia and America, and how all too often they crashed on the rocks of reality.
A long time ago, an old Roma man read my future. He told me I would always walk the rocky road, but my life would be filled with music. Scoff if you like, but he was spot on.
Some of these stories are about people I met along that road, when Aotearoa New Zealand hadn’t yet become cool and you couldn’t get a decent cup of coffee anywhere. Others are about dreams of life in Australia and America, and how all too often they crashed on the rocks of reality.