Death Is Only A Theoretical Concept - Plot & Excerpts
Steve hasn’t even so much as handled said hat, but next-door-Greg spilled just who put in what, so he knows just where that money will go: a car stereo system. Decent speakers and an iPod dock. Perhaps enough for a new laptop as well, if he haggles and waits for a sale—he doesn’t want anything so good someone’s going to break into his shit car in the free student carpark—but the stereo first. It’s the last thing he needs to transform his ute from a rattling, rust-prone, ancient tin can into a car, a road-trip machine worthy of spending glorious hours in the driver’s seat. No more broken tape deck—who the fuck even has a tape deck, these days?—and no more crackling radio that only picks up AM talkback shows on gardening, ghoul warding and investment portfolios. Nothing but pure 90s pop bliss in the only way it is meant to be heard: at volume high enough to vibrate Russian sub-machine guns off the backseat. Not that his Toyota ute even has a backseat, but why let actuality get in the way of a good metaphor?
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