I started reading the newspaper pictured above and saw the headline about another 9/11 being planned by the usual suspects, another gun slaughter in the USA, a story about a huge diamond and an ad for the world's biggest garage sale.
I couldn't help thinking of that John Denver song,
'Some Days are Diamonds' when I read through all of those stories.
Scovel Your Way Out of the S#it?
I thought how many blokes haven't thought about that?
Q&A: Jimmy Barnes opens up on addiction and coming back from the brink
In the centre of that paper was a picture of Jimmy standing in the ocean with the headline, "Between a Rock and a Hard Place".
I read that Jimmy Barnes story above and thought it's good to see someone like Jimmy coming out and being honest about those dark nights in his life and I thought that I should pull his book out of my "to read" pile and make a start on it.
But I discovered that I didn't have that book of Jimmy's.
I had the one he wrote before that (and his children's book), even though I saw him in August at the 'Byron Writer's Festival' thinking I had bought his latest book.
I'd seen Jimmy do a talk with Tex Perkins at the writer's festival and decided to buy his two books, thinking I was up to date with the books Jimmy had written, but I had
'Working Class Boy', not 'Working Class Man'.
Now I'll have to buy his other book once I've read
'Working Class Boy'.
The children's book has a CD in the back of it of Jimmy reading the story.
I joked with Jimmy when he was signing the kid's book for me that I had always wanted to learn Scottish;-)
Luckily for me Jim and Tex thought my joke was worth a chuckle and I got to walk away with my signed books...and teeth still in tact.
I also thought it was rather synchy (sinky?) that next to Jimmy's 'Light in the Dark' newspaper story was a small story about how a lot of young men drown in rips (R.I.Ps?) while swimming in the ocean.
I was nearly one of those young men in my early 20s when I got caught in a rip I didn't think I was going to get out of, which is one of the reasons (besides sharks) that I don't swim in the ocean anymore...apart from going into waste deep surf.
The life preserver hanging above my dryer caught my eye as I was still thinking about all those years ago and struggling to save myself from drowning and my own suicide attempt on a dark night at the end of my teenage years.
And I thought it was rather apt that I should run into Jimmy in Byron Bay of all places, home of my favourite lighthouse.
Guiding Higher Light
|Cape Byron Lighthouse, Byron Bay, New South wales, Australia|