And When did You Last See Your Father? (2008)

So, the other day I went on an adventure to find the place where my father killed himself..

This is where my adventures led. A tiny little outhouse behind a real estate agents office in Ardross. It wasn't a shock. I mean, I was told since I was a kid that he died in a toilet (although I was initially told that he "accidentally took too much medicine and fell and bumped his head on the door").

On the whole it was a much more disturbing experience than I had expected. It probably wouldn't have been so traumatic if it hadn't have been the middle of the day with people around watching me trespassing into a dodgy toilet block. There was even someone in the adjoining cubicle so I had to run in, take the photo and run out. I was worried the people that work in the estate agents would yell at me.

I must admit, actually finding the place raised a lot more questions than it answered.
The main one, of course, being "why there?"
I asked my Boss about my question and he said "Why anywhere?" I though that was quite a good answer.

Anyhoo.. If you'd like to check it out for yourself, here's a photo of the real estate agency (on the left, behind the white car)!
Kearns Cresent, Ardoss, right near the intersection of Risely St and Canning Hwy.

So, it's been over a year since I last wrote my last blog entry. Looking back on what Kitty and I have written makes me wonder if we were on some kind of drug bender that has since been completely lost from memory. I can't imagine being in the frame of mind to have written what I wrote.
A lot of things have changed since then. Apart from the cold house and the dishes in the sink (new dishes, mind you) pretty much everything is different - the most relevant being my willingness to sit here and write a blog. When I tried to figure out why I have become so opposed to the idea, all I could come up with was "every thing's more private now." It seems life's problems have become a tad more serious than being unable to find a clean teaspoon. I could write for days but it wouldn't be amusing and it wouldn't be appropriate.
Just thought I'd throw that out there.

PS: I do capital letters now.