I ran down the median strip, me ex-wife trailing behind me, and her overweight boyfriend, Gerard, after her again. The card had been for “Galang Beach Backpackers” and I could now see the front of it so innocently peeking through the 4 lanes of traffic I had yet to cross. I turned to see Sue yelling back at Gerard, I couldn’t make it out; thunder broke out loudly and the heavens opened up. As I tried to anticipate where to make the suicidal dash across King street, I realised that it wasn’t tropical rain as I’d expected, but hail.

Huge balls of ice pelted down on me as I bolted across the last 4 lanes of King street, leaving Sue and Gerard on the median strip cursing at me. Fuck them.