My house is in the middle of our street. It is first mailbox on the left after if turning off the main street to the beach.
I hope my friend from Wellington remembers this as he hires a car and drives out to deliver my washing.
And perhaps a syringe full of something better than whatever “this” is.
For, once again, life is not for everyone. Is life really for anyone? Being dictated to, being shat upon, not being part of capitalist society.
Just say no. Switch on.