25th July 2014

"I think sometimes we forget that we are merely temporary visitors to this earth, temporary inhabitants of these bodies. We take our lives perhaps too seriously sometimes, when we forget our ultimate destination (whether it’s 9 or 90 years, after all? We eventually leave these bodies). When we forget our transience - when we think we’re going to be here forever - all our choices become so weighty, so significant, so intimating…but we won’t be here forever. So maybe it doesn’t really matter as much as we think it matters? Maybe you can be lighter about your choices, that being the case? 
So what do you want to do before you go? What would be interesting to you? What would bring you enjoyment, or elevation, or transendence? And what’s to be lost really, in giving new things a try? 
We’re just passing through life. Might as well check it out a bit while we’re here, right?” - Liz (genius) Gilbert, pictured on an elephant in India "I think sometimes we forget that we are merely temporary visitors to this earth, temporary inhabitants of these bodies. We take our lives perhaps too seriously sometimes, when we forget our ultimate destination (whether it’s 9 or 90 years, after all? We eventually leave these bodies). When we forget our transience - when we think we’re going to be here forever - all our choices become so weighty, so significant, so intimating…but we won’t be here forever. So maybe it doesn’t really matter as much as we think it matters? Maybe you can be lighter about your choices, that being the case? 
So what do you want to do before you go? What would be interesting to you? What would bring you enjoyment, or elevation, or transendence? And what’s to be lost really, in giving new things a try? 
We’re just passing through life. Might as well check it out a bit while we’re here, right?” - Liz (genius) Gilbert, pictured on an elephant in India

"I think sometimes we forget that we are merely temporary visitors to this earth, temporary inhabitants of these bodies. We take our lives perhaps too seriously sometimes, when we forget our ultimate destination (whether it’s 9 or 90 years, after all? We eventually leave these bodies). When we forget our transience - when we think we’re going to be here forever - all our choices become so weighty, so significant, so intimating…but we won’t be here forever. So maybe it doesn’t really matter as much as we think it matters? Maybe you can be lighter about your choices, that being the case?
So what do you want to do before you go? What would be interesting to you? What would bring you enjoyment, or elevation, or transendence? And what’s to be lost really, in giving new things a try?
We’re just passing through life. Might as well check it out a bit while we’re here, right?” - Liz (genius) Gilbert, pictured on an elephant in India

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50 Reasons That Prove Why New York Is Actually The Unhappiest City In America ]

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…..started to think some of these thoughts when I was in Australia where I obviously had MUCHO perspective. I adore NYC but have never been there for more than a month and am starting to think it’s really not the place to be (long-term) if you want to experience genuine happiness on a day-to-day basis. 

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Byron Bay Home: David and Yuge Bromley

15th July 2014

I am absolutely in love with the home of painter David Bromley and his wife/muse, Yuge! I’ve always wanted a home that is almost feels like an art gallery with personal expression, artistry, and inspiration surrounding you! I’ve mentioned it here before but Byron Bay is SUCH a magical, aesthetically gorgeous (picture sloping green hills leading into placid turquoise ocean), and funky place. This home totally fits with the town vibe with its colorful palette, incorporation of nature, and overall groooooooooviness. 

Pictures from here!

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14th July 2014

When I was in Australia I kept on seeing this “Anti Bad Vibe Shield” everywhere! In coffee shops, on stickers, in boutiques, on t-shirts…I finally found out it was created by the artist, surfer, & musician Ozzie Wright ! I did some more research and found out more about him…really innovative, awesome dood! I’m absolutely in love with the “shield” - it totally compasses what the Australian spirit is all about.
Mmmm read up on Ozzie on the Selby! Watch a video of him here and see more of his sick house here!
When I was in Australia I kept on seeing this “Anti Bad Vibe Shield” everywhere! In coffee shops, on stickers, in boutiques, on t-shirts…I finally found out it was created by the artist, surfer, & musician Ozzie Wright ! I did some more research and found out more about him…really innovative, awesome dood! I’m absolutely in love with the “shield” - it totally compasses what the Australian spirit is all about.
Mmmm read up on Ozzie on the Selby! Watch a video of him here and see more of his sick house here!
When I was in Australia I kept on seeing this “Anti Bad Vibe Shield” everywhere! In coffee shops, on stickers, in boutiques, on t-shirts…I finally found out it was created by the artist, surfer, & musician Ozzie Wright ! I did some more research and found out more about him…really innovative, awesome dood! I’m absolutely in love with the “shield” - it totally compasses what the Australian spirit is all about.
Mmmm read up on Ozzie on the Selby! Watch a video of him here and see more of his sick house here!
When I was in Australia I kept on seeing this “Anti Bad Vibe Shield” everywhere! In coffee shops, on stickers, in boutiques, on t-shirts…I finally found out it was created by the artist, surfer, & musician Ozzie Wright ! I did some more research and found out more about him…really innovative, awesome dood! I’m absolutely in love with the “shield” - it totally compasses what the Australian spirit is all about.
Mmmm read up on Ozzie on the Selby! Watch a video of him here and see more of his sick house here!
When I was in Australia I kept on seeing this “Anti Bad Vibe Shield” everywhere! In coffee shops, on stickers, in boutiques, on t-shirts…I finally found out it was created by the artist, surfer, & musician Ozzie Wright ! I did some more research and found out more about him…really innovative, awesome dood! I’m absolutely in love with the “shield” - it totally compasses what the Australian spirit is all about.
Mmmm read up on Ozzie on the Selby! Watch a video of him here and see more of his sick house here!
When I was in Australia I kept on seeing this “Anti Bad Vibe Shield” everywhere! In coffee shops, on stickers, in boutiques, on t-shirts…I finally found out it was created by the artist, surfer, & musician Ozzie Wright ! I did some more research and found out more about him…really innovative, awesome dood! I’m absolutely in love with the “shield” - it totally compasses what the Australian spirit is all about.
Mmmm read up on Ozzie on the Selby! Watch a video of him here and see more of his sick house here!
When I was in Australia I kept on seeing this “Anti Bad Vibe Shield” everywhere! In coffee shops, on stickers, in boutiques, on t-shirts…I finally found out it was created by the artist, surfer, & musician Ozzie Wright ! I did some more research and found out more about him…really innovative, awesome dood! I’m absolutely in love with the “shield” - it totally compasses what the Australian spirit is all about.
Mmmm read up on Ozzie on the Selby! Watch a video of him here and see more of his sick house here!

14th July 2014

When I was in Australia I kept on seeing this “Anti Bad Vibe Shield” everywhere! In coffee shops, on stickers, in boutiques, on t-shirts…I finally found out it was created by the artist, surfer, & musician Ozzie Wright ! I did some more research and found out more about him…really innovative, awesome dood! I’m absolutely in love with the “shield” - it totally compasses what the Australian spirit is all about.
Mmmm read up on Ozzie on the Selby! Watch a video of him here and see more of his sick house here!
When I was in Australia I kept on seeing this “Anti Bad Vibe Shield” everywhere! In coffee shops, on stickers, in boutiques, on t-shirts…I finally found out it was created by the artist, surfer, & musician Ozzie Wright ! I did some more research and found out more about him…really innovative, awesome dood! I’m absolutely in love with the “shield” - it totally compasses what the Australian spirit is all about.
Mmmm read up on Ozzie on the Selby! Watch a video of him here and see more of his sick house here!
When I was in Australia I kept on seeing this “Anti Bad Vibe Shield” everywhere! In coffee shops, on stickers, in boutiques, on t-shirts…I finally found out it was created by the artist, surfer, & musician Ozzie Wright ! I did some more research and found out more about him…really innovative, awesome dood! I’m absolutely in love with the “shield” - it totally compasses what the Australian spirit is all about.
Mmmm read up on Ozzie on the Selby! Watch a video of him here and see more of his sick house here!
When I was in Australia I kept on seeing this “Anti Bad Vibe Shield” everywhere! In coffee shops, on stickers, in boutiques, on t-shirts…I finally found out it was created by the artist, surfer, & musician Ozzie Wright ! I did some more research and found out more about him…really innovative, awesome dood! I’m absolutely in love with the “shield” - it totally compasses what the Australian spirit is all about.
Mmmm read up on Ozzie on the Selby! Watch a video of him here and see more of his sick house here!
When I was in Australia I kept on seeing this “Anti Bad Vibe Shield” everywhere! In coffee shops, on stickers, in boutiques, on t-shirts…I finally found out it was created by the artist, surfer, & musician Ozzie Wright ! I did some more research and found out more about him…really innovative, awesome dood! I’m absolutely in love with the “shield” - it totally compasses what the Australian spirit is all about.
Mmmm read up on Ozzie on the Selby! Watch a video of him here and see more of his sick house here!
When I was in Australia I kept on seeing this “Anti Bad Vibe Shield” everywhere! In coffee shops, on stickers, in boutiques, on t-shirts…I finally found out it was created by the artist, surfer, & musician Ozzie Wright ! I did some more research and found out more about him…really innovative, awesome dood! I’m absolutely in love with the “shield” - it totally compasses what the Australian spirit is all about.
Mmmm read up on Ozzie on the Selby! Watch a video of him here and see more of his sick house here!
When I was in Australia I kept on seeing this “Anti Bad Vibe Shield” everywhere! In coffee shops, on stickers, in boutiques, on t-shirts…I finally found out it was created by the artist, surfer, & musician Ozzie Wright ! I did some more research and found out more about him…really innovative, awesome dood! I’m absolutely in love with the “shield” - it totally compasses what the Australian spirit is all about.
Mmmm read up on Ozzie on the Selby! Watch a video of him here and see more of his sick house here!

When I was in Australia I kept on seeing this “Anti Bad Vibe Shield” everywhere! In coffee shops, on stickers, in boutiques, on t-shirts…I finally found out it was created by the artist, surfer, & musician Ozzie Wright ! I did some more research and found out more about him…really innovative, awesome dood! I’m absolutely in love with the “shield” - it totally compasses what the Australian spirit is all about.

Mmmm read up on Ozzie on the Selby! Watch a video of him here and see more of his sick house here!

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Andrea Pirlo reflects on Italy’s 2006 World Cup final shootout success

11th July 2014

"Being first on the spot, kicking off that torture in the biggest, most incredible game that a player can play or imagine.

That’s not necessarily good news. It means they think you’re the best, but it also means that if you miss, you’re the first on the list of d********.

I lifted my eyes to the heavens and asked for help because if God exists, there’s no way he’s French.

I took a long, intense breath. That breath was mine, but it could have been the manual worker who struggles to make it to the end of the month, the rich businessman who is a bit of a s***, the teacher, the student, the Italian expats who never left our side during the tournament, the well-to-do Milanese signora, the hooker on the street corner. In that moment, I was all of them.”

You won’t believe me, but it was right in that very moment I understood what a great thing it is to be Italian. It’s a truly priceless privilege.”

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9th July 2014

The Dankness
(aka the superfood smoothie to end all superfood smoothies that will make you start your day feelin like superwoman)
-1tsp acai powder -1 tsp maca  -1 tsp hemp seeds -1 tsp bee pollen -1 tsp goji berries -1 tsp coconut oil -almond milk or coconut water  -1 frozen banana -frozen spinach or kale, depending on how trendy you want this smoothie to be  -frozen strawberries -frozen cherries  - ice ice baby -1-2 tsp agave nectar or stevia
Directions: Layering is TRES important for achieving maximum thickness or else I wouldn’t bother with these self explanatory directions.  I highly recommend using a vitamix or investing in one if you don’t have one - they are GAME changers.
Order of ingredients: 1.) 1/2 the amount of almond milk 2.) Acai powder, maca, hemp, coconut oil 3.) Spinach or kale 4.) Frozen Fruit 5.) Ice  6.) Remaining almond milk  7.) BLEND! 8.) Top with bee pollen & goji berries
 Drink and remember to not hate this one JUST cuz it’s so BEAUTIFUL! The Dankness
(aka the superfood smoothie to end all superfood smoothies that will make you start your day feelin like superwoman)
-1tsp acai powder -1 tsp maca  -1 tsp hemp seeds -1 tsp bee pollen -1 tsp goji berries -1 tsp coconut oil -almond milk or coconut water  -1 frozen banana -frozen spinach or kale, depending on how trendy you want this smoothie to be  -frozen strawberries -frozen cherries  - ice ice baby -1-2 tsp agave nectar or stevia
Directions: Layering is TRES important for achieving maximum thickness or else I wouldn’t bother with these self explanatory directions.  I highly recommend using a vitamix or investing in one if you don’t have one - they are GAME changers.
Order of ingredients: 1.) 1/2 the amount of almond milk 2.) Acai powder, maca, hemp, coconut oil 3.) Spinach or kale 4.) Frozen Fruit 5.) Ice  6.) Remaining almond milk  7.) BLEND! 8.) Top with bee pollen & goji berries
 Drink and remember to not hate this one JUST cuz it’s so BEAUTIFUL!

The Dankness

(aka the superfood smoothie to end all superfood smoothies that will make you start your day feelin like superwoman)

-1tsp acai powder
-1 tsp maca
-1 tsp hemp seeds
-1 tsp bee pollen
-1 tsp goji berries
-1 tsp coconut oil
-almond milk or coconut water
-1 frozen banana
-frozen spinach or kale, depending on how trendy you want this smoothie to be
-frozen strawberries
-frozen cherries
- ice ice baby
-1-2 tsp agave nectar or stevia

Directions:
Layering is TRES important for achieving maximum thickness or else I wouldn’t bother with these self explanatory directions.
I highly recommend using a vitamix or investing in one if you don’t have one - they are GAME changers.

Order of ingredients:
1.) 1/2 the amount of almond milk
2.) Acai powder, maca, hemp, coconut oil
3.) Spinach or kale
4.) Frozen Fruit
5.) Ice
6.) Remaining almond milk
7.) BLEND!
8.) Top with bee pollen & goji berries


Drink and remember to not hate this one JUST cuz it’s so BEAUTIFUL!

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2nd July 2014

These Are the Pleasure Lovers
From Stab issue 65: These Are The Pleasure Lovers! In which two brothers, nomadic housetruckers, chose a new lifestyle and leave monotony in the dust.
Words by Elliot Struck | Photos by Trevor King
In Byron Bay, the living is easy and that easy living has magnetism and charm. The town adopts vagrants, freaks, groovers, beatniks and everything between without discrimination.
“It’s the tale of two cities here,” says Angus, an expat who’s a perfect example of the kinda character Byron attracts. Angus is 28 years old and he is a casual school teacher (though he prefers the term “emergency”). He teaches mathematics and he calls it mathematics not ‘maths’.
He is a lover of surfing. He also lives in his car. Angus experienced his Warhol five minutes last month when, after plucking a coupla drowning French backpackers from the rip at Kirra, he appeared on theToday Show for an interview, during which host Karl Stefanovic took much delight at Angus’ appearance and burst into repeated laughter.
This is because Angus’ appearance is very hard not to associate with divinity. Well, divinity, but more eccentric. A beard tickles his chest and his hair falls as long as a rose stem. His eyes are dark and bright. Angus’s brother, Duncan, is 22 and is a gifted surfer. He was also drawn to Byron, and also lives in his car.
For work, Duncan picked blueberries for a few months, then washed dishes, now he is a cleaner. His hair is also long, died pink at the ends, but his beard is not like his brother’s. Duncan has a dusting on either cheek and on his chin, a curation that he later describes as “suss”. His hooked nose is charming. Both men are, as they say, “disgustingly single.”
It is in the northern area of Byron Bay named Belongil that Stab falls upon a beach house for a spill. This house exists to embody summery creativity, the kind that beer maker Corona celebrates, musically, artistically and otherwise. It is a difficult place for Angus to find himself because, although he’s not adverse to exploring altered states of consciousness, he has decided on a year of sobriety. It does not impose on his fun, however – Stab sees Angus dancing at a party on the Gold Coast a week later sans inebriation.
There are other men at the Corona house besides Angus and Duncan and their names are Blair, Jake and Tim. Blair’s eyes are piercing and his hair is also very long. Jake is strong, like a wrought-iron statue, with a short crop of dark hair. Tim is two tones of gold and he is from the West. He likes it here out on the east coast.
It’s a free life, this life that Angus and Duncan are living. Angus in his converted panel van and Duncan in his kitted-out station wagon. Nomadic housetruckers! Is it not fabulous? “We’ve been talking about it a lot,” says Angus. “And I don’t think we’ll ever go back to living in a house.”
Duncan mentions the idea of selling their cars and buying a larger bus. Angus nods in agreement. This is a common occurrence. There are many kinds of brothers and these two are the kind of brothers that think in similar patterns and agree on most things. The majority of things they say are complimentary to their sibling’s previous sentiments. “You’re always doing something that you want to do,” continues Duncan. “When you have a house you’re just chilling in your lounge room watching TV, but when you’ve got no house, you just use all your time to go surf or skate. I go surfing heaps or skate around, go to the library. Then work during the week. I’m always doing something, not just chilling out. ‘Cause, uh, I’ve got nowhere to chill.” Angus pipes in “You’re always doing something you fucking wanna do. I haven’t been bored one time in the last two months.”
Now, before we progress, let us make something clear. While Angus and Duncan live semi-nomadic lives, neither of these men are hobos. Both are intelligent hep cats with opinions and charisma. Their remedies for time-killing are surprising for a duo living such a vagabond existence. “I was struggling a bit between dinner and going to bed time,” says Angus. “I didn’t know what to do with myself ‘cause I don’t drink. It’s not like I can go get pissed every night. But then I kinda figured it out. I’ve just been chilling in cafes, doing maths, ‘cause it’s what I do. Any sort of maths, it’s all good. And it just kinda keeps your mind off stuff. I didn’t do it last night and it sucked.”
Duncan’s hobby is equally intriguing. “I’ve been reading heaps of astronomy books,” he says.
“And a book about an interpretation of time, and what would happen if you sped it up or slowed it down.” Angus says, “You’ve always got fun facts when we meet up or a topic of conversation.”
Another topic that’s been getting much airtime of late has been Angus’ moment of spotlight on national television. “I signed my first autograph the other day,” he laughs. All six feet and five inches of him. “A lady wanted me to write a love note to her friend and I happily obliged. I think I wrote, ‘Hey Mary’ and the lady wanted me to tell her to come up to Byron so I wrote, ‘You should come play in Byron. Love, Angus.’ All the kids at school are crazy on it, too. The other day, everywhere I walked in the playground random groups of kids would stand around and clap. Absolutely taking the piss but really funny.” And, what about women who want a taste of micro-fame? “All the chicks that wanna get down ‘cause of it are sketchy and not really chicks you wanna get down with. A few chicks have pretended they didn’t know.”
While fame’s not the worst kind of recognition, the brothers do sometimes attract undesirable attention. And it’s because of their style of living. “I’ve been spooked out by the cops,” says Duncan. “But I was just parked in a dumb, obvious spot. I just got hell drunk and had parked my car right in town.”
This sent Angus in search of clarification. “I read up on it and, as long as your car is parked lawfully, not in a No Stopping sign or No Camping sign, if there’s no sign saying you’re not allowed to park there, then there’s no council law or state law against it. There’s council bylaws and state legislation about certain things around it, but no one can tell you you’re not allowed to sleep in your car. So it’s all cool.”
No one can tell you how to live either and Duncan and Angus are living how they wanna. “As we were saying, you never catch yourself doing something that’s bad,” says Angus. “Like, we both love our jobs and wouldn’t want to be doing anything else. And everything else is golden.”
See more here!
These Are the Pleasure Lovers
From Stab issue 65: These Are The Pleasure Lovers! In which two brothers, nomadic housetruckers, chose a new lifestyle and leave monotony in the dust.
Words by Elliot Struck | Photos by Trevor King
In Byron Bay, the living is easy and that easy living has magnetism and charm. The town adopts vagrants, freaks, groovers, beatniks and everything between without discrimination.
“It’s the tale of two cities here,” says Angus, an expat who’s a perfect example of the kinda character Byron attracts. Angus is 28 years old and he is a casual school teacher (though he prefers the term “emergency”). He teaches mathematics and he calls it mathematics not ‘maths’.
He is a lover of surfing. He also lives in his car. Angus experienced his Warhol five minutes last month when, after plucking a coupla drowning French backpackers from the rip at Kirra, he appeared on theToday Show for an interview, during which host Karl Stefanovic took much delight at Angus’ appearance and burst into repeated laughter.
This is because Angus’ appearance is very hard not to associate with divinity. Well, divinity, but more eccentric. A beard tickles his chest and his hair falls as long as a rose stem. His eyes are dark and bright. Angus’s brother, Duncan, is 22 and is a gifted surfer. He was also drawn to Byron, and also lives in his car.
For work, Duncan picked blueberries for a few months, then washed dishes, now he is a cleaner. His hair is also long, died pink at the ends, but his beard is not like his brother’s. Duncan has a dusting on either cheek and on his chin, a curation that he later describes as “suss”. His hooked nose is charming. Both men are, as they say, “disgustingly single.”
It is in the northern area of Byron Bay named Belongil that Stab falls upon a beach house for a spill. This house exists to embody summery creativity, the kind that beer maker Corona celebrates, musically, artistically and otherwise. It is a difficult place for Angus to find himself because, although he’s not adverse to exploring altered states of consciousness, he has decided on a year of sobriety. It does not impose on his fun, however – Stab sees Angus dancing at a party on the Gold Coast a week later sans inebriation.
There are other men at the Corona house besides Angus and Duncan and their names are Blair, Jake and Tim. Blair’s eyes are piercing and his hair is also very long. Jake is strong, like a wrought-iron statue, with a short crop of dark hair. Tim is two tones of gold and he is from the West. He likes it here out on the east coast.
It’s a free life, this life that Angus and Duncan are living. Angus in his converted panel van and Duncan in his kitted-out station wagon. Nomadic housetruckers! Is it not fabulous? “We’ve been talking about it a lot,” says Angus. “And I don’t think we’ll ever go back to living in a house.”
Duncan mentions the idea of selling their cars and buying a larger bus. Angus nods in agreement. This is a common occurrence. There are many kinds of brothers and these two are the kind of brothers that think in similar patterns and agree on most things. The majority of things they say are complimentary to their sibling’s previous sentiments. “You’re always doing something that you want to do,” continues Duncan. “When you have a house you’re just chilling in your lounge room watching TV, but when you’ve got no house, you just use all your time to go surf or skate. I go surfing heaps or skate around, go to the library. Then work during the week. I’m always doing something, not just chilling out. ‘Cause, uh, I’ve got nowhere to chill.” Angus pipes in “You’re always doing something you fucking wanna do. I haven’t been bored one time in the last two months.”
Now, before we progress, let us make something clear. While Angus and Duncan live semi-nomadic lives, neither of these men are hobos. Both are intelligent hep cats with opinions and charisma. Their remedies for time-killing are surprising for a duo living such a vagabond existence. “I was struggling a bit between dinner and going to bed time,” says Angus. “I didn’t know what to do with myself ‘cause I don’t drink. It’s not like I can go get pissed every night. But then I kinda figured it out. I’ve just been chilling in cafes, doing maths, ‘cause it’s what I do. Any sort of maths, it’s all good. And it just kinda keeps your mind off stuff. I didn’t do it last night and it sucked.”
Duncan’s hobby is equally intriguing. “I’ve been reading heaps of astronomy books,” he says.
“And a book about an interpretation of time, and what would happen if you sped it up or slowed it down.” Angus says, “You’ve always got fun facts when we meet up or a topic of conversation.”
Another topic that’s been getting much airtime of late has been Angus’ moment of spotlight on national television. “I signed my first autograph the other day,” he laughs. All six feet and five inches of him. “A lady wanted me to write a love note to her friend and I happily obliged. I think I wrote, ‘Hey Mary’ and the lady wanted me to tell her to come up to Byron so I wrote, ‘You should come play in Byron. Love, Angus.’ All the kids at school are crazy on it, too. The other day, everywhere I walked in the playground random groups of kids would stand around and clap. Absolutely taking the piss but really funny.” And, what about women who want a taste of micro-fame? “All the chicks that wanna get down ‘cause of it are sketchy and not really chicks you wanna get down with. A few chicks have pretended they didn’t know.”
While fame’s not the worst kind of recognition, the brothers do sometimes attract undesirable attention. And it’s because of their style of living. “I’ve been spooked out by the cops,” says Duncan. “But I was just parked in a dumb, obvious spot. I just got hell drunk and had parked my car right in town.”
This sent Angus in search of clarification. “I read up on it and, as long as your car is parked lawfully, not in a No Stopping sign or No Camping sign, if there’s no sign saying you’re not allowed to park there, then there’s no council law or state law against it. There’s council bylaws and state legislation about certain things around it, but no one can tell you you’re not allowed to sleep in your car. So it’s all cool.”
No one can tell you how to live either and Duncan and Angus are living how they wanna. “As we were saying, you never catch yourself doing something that’s bad,” says Angus. “Like, we both love our jobs and wouldn’t want to be doing anything else. And everything else is golden.”
See more here!
These Are the Pleasure Lovers
From Stab issue 65: These Are The Pleasure Lovers! In which two brothers, nomadic housetruckers, chose a new lifestyle and leave monotony in the dust.
Words by Elliot Struck | Photos by Trevor King
In Byron Bay, the living is easy and that easy living has magnetism and charm. The town adopts vagrants, freaks, groovers, beatniks and everything between without discrimination.
“It’s the tale of two cities here,” says Angus, an expat who’s a perfect example of the kinda character Byron attracts. Angus is 28 years old and he is a casual school teacher (though he prefers the term “emergency”). He teaches mathematics and he calls it mathematics not ‘maths’.
He is a lover of surfing. He also lives in his car. Angus experienced his Warhol five minutes last month when, after plucking a coupla drowning French backpackers from the rip at Kirra, he appeared on theToday Show for an interview, during which host Karl Stefanovic took much delight at Angus’ appearance and burst into repeated laughter.
This is because Angus’ appearance is very hard not to associate with divinity. Well, divinity, but more eccentric. A beard tickles his chest and his hair falls as long as a rose stem. His eyes are dark and bright. Angus’s brother, Duncan, is 22 and is a gifted surfer. He was also drawn to Byron, and also lives in his car.
For work, Duncan picked blueberries for a few months, then washed dishes, now he is a cleaner. His hair is also long, died pink at the ends, but his beard is not like his brother’s. Duncan has a dusting on either cheek and on his chin, a curation that he later describes as “suss”. His hooked nose is charming. Both men are, as they say, “disgustingly single.”
It is in the northern area of Byron Bay named Belongil that Stab falls upon a beach house for a spill. This house exists to embody summery creativity, the kind that beer maker Corona celebrates, musically, artistically and otherwise. It is a difficult place for Angus to find himself because, although he’s not adverse to exploring altered states of consciousness, he has decided on a year of sobriety. It does not impose on his fun, however – Stab sees Angus dancing at a party on the Gold Coast a week later sans inebriation.
There are other men at the Corona house besides Angus and Duncan and their names are Blair, Jake and Tim. Blair’s eyes are piercing and his hair is also very long. Jake is strong, like a wrought-iron statue, with a short crop of dark hair. Tim is two tones of gold and he is from the West. He likes it here out on the east coast.
It’s a free life, this life that Angus and Duncan are living. Angus in his converted panel van and Duncan in his kitted-out station wagon. Nomadic housetruckers! Is it not fabulous? “We’ve been talking about it a lot,” says Angus. “And I don’t think we’ll ever go back to living in a house.”
Duncan mentions the idea of selling their cars and buying a larger bus. Angus nods in agreement. This is a common occurrence. There are many kinds of brothers and these two are the kind of brothers that think in similar patterns and agree on most things. The majority of things they say are complimentary to their sibling’s previous sentiments. “You’re always doing something that you want to do,” continues Duncan. “When you have a house you’re just chilling in your lounge room watching TV, but when you’ve got no house, you just use all your time to go surf or skate. I go surfing heaps or skate around, go to the library. Then work during the week. I’m always doing something, not just chilling out. ‘Cause, uh, I’ve got nowhere to chill.” Angus pipes in “You’re always doing something you fucking wanna do. I haven’t been bored one time in the last two months.”
Now, before we progress, let us make something clear. While Angus and Duncan live semi-nomadic lives, neither of these men are hobos. Both are intelligent hep cats with opinions and charisma. Their remedies for time-killing are surprising for a duo living such a vagabond existence. “I was struggling a bit between dinner and going to bed time,” says Angus. “I didn’t know what to do with myself ‘cause I don’t drink. It’s not like I can go get pissed every night. But then I kinda figured it out. I’ve just been chilling in cafes, doing maths, ‘cause it’s what I do. Any sort of maths, it’s all good. And it just kinda keeps your mind off stuff. I didn’t do it last night and it sucked.”
Duncan’s hobby is equally intriguing. “I’ve been reading heaps of astronomy books,” he says.
“And a book about an interpretation of time, and what would happen if you sped it up or slowed it down.” Angus says, “You’ve always got fun facts when we meet up or a topic of conversation.”
Another topic that’s been getting much airtime of late has been Angus’ moment of spotlight on national television. “I signed my first autograph the other day,” he laughs. All six feet and five inches of him. “A lady wanted me to write a love note to her friend and I happily obliged. I think I wrote, ‘Hey Mary’ and the lady wanted me to tell her to come up to Byron so I wrote, ‘You should come play in Byron. Love, Angus.’ All the kids at school are crazy on it, too. The other day, everywhere I walked in the playground random groups of kids would stand around and clap. Absolutely taking the piss but really funny.” And, what about women who want a taste of micro-fame? “All the chicks that wanna get down ‘cause of it are sketchy and not really chicks you wanna get down with. A few chicks have pretended they didn’t know.”
While fame’s not the worst kind of recognition, the brothers do sometimes attract undesirable attention. And it’s because of their style of living. “I’ve been spooked out by the cops,” says Duncan. “But I was just parked in a dumb, obvious spot. I just got hell drunk and had parked my car right in town.”
This sent Angus in search of clarification. “I read up on it and, as long as your car is parked lawfully, not in a No Stopping sign or No Camping sign, if there’s no sign saying you’re not allowed to park there, then there’s no council law or state law against it. There’s council bylaws and state legislation about certain things around it, but no one can tell you you’re not allowed to sleep in your car. So it’s all cool.”
No one can tell you how to live either and Duncan and Angus are living how they wanna. “As we were saying, you never catch yourself doing something that’s bad,” says Angus. “Like, we both love our jobs and wouldn’t want to be doing anything else. And everything else is golden.”
See more here!
These Are the Pleasure Lovers
From Stab issue 65: These Are The Pleasure Lovers! In which two brothers, nomadic housetruckers, chose a new lifestyle and leave monotony in the dust.
Words by Elliot Struck | Photos by Trevor King
In Byron Bay, the living is easy and that easy living has magnetism and charm. The town adopts vagrants, freaks, groovers, beatniks and everything between without discrimination.
“It’s the tale of two cities here,” says Angus, an expat who’s a perfect example of the kinda character Byron attracts. Angus is 28 years old and he is a casual school teacher (though he prefers the term “emergency”). He teaches mathematics and he calls it mathematics not ‘maths’.
He is a lover of surfing. He also lives in his car. Angus experienced his Warhol five minutes last month when, after plucking a coupla drowning French backpackers from the rip at Kirra, he appeared on theToday Show for an interview, during which host Karl Stefanovic took much delight at Angus’ appearance and burst into repeated laughter.
This is because Angus’ appearance is very hard not to associate with divinity. Well, divinity, but more eccentric. A beard tickles his chest and his hair falls as long as a rose stem. His eyes are dark and bright. Angus’s brother, Duncan, is 22 and is a gifted surfer. He was also drawn to Byron, and also lives in his car.
For work, Duncan picked blueberries for a few months, then washed dishes, now he is a cleaner. His hair is also long, died pink at the ends, but his beard is not like his brother’s. Duncan has a dusting on either cheek and on his chin, a curation that he later describes as “suss”. His hooked nose is charming. Both men are, as they say, “disgustingly single.”
It is in the northern area of Byron Bay named Belongil that Stab falls upon a beach house for a spill. This house exists to embody summery creativity, the kind that beer maker Corona celebrates, musically, artistically and otherwise. It is a difficult place for Angus to find himself because, although he’s not adverse to exploring altered states of consciousness, he has decided on a year of sobriety. It does not impose on his fun, however – Stab sees Angus dancing at a party on the Gold Coast a week later sans inebriation.
There are other men at the Corona house besides Angus and Duncan and their names are Blair, Jake and Tim. Blair’s eyes are piercing and his hair is also very long. Jake is strong, like a wrought-iron statue, with a short crop of dark hair. Tim is two tones of gold and he is from the West. He likes it here out on the east coast.
It’s a free life, this life that Angus and Duncan are living. Angus in his converted panel van and Duncan in his kitted-out station wagon. Nomadic housetruckers! Is it not fabulous? “We’ve been talking about it a lot,” says Angus. “And I don’t think we’ll ever go back to living in a house.”
Duncan mentions the idea of selling their cars and buying a larger bus. Angus nods in agreement. This is a common occurrence. There are many kinds of brothers and these two are the kind of brothers that think in similar patterns and agree on most things. The majority of things they say are complimentary to their sibling’s previous sentiments. “You’re always doing something that you want to do,” continues Duncan. “When you have a house you’re just chilling in your lounge room watching TV, but when you’ve got no house, you just use all your time to go surf or skate. I go surfing heaps or skate around, go to the library. Then work during the week. I’m always doing something, not just chilling out. ‘Cause, uh, I’ve got nowhere to chill.” Angus pipes in “You’re always doing something you fucking wanna do. I haven’t been bored one time in the last two months.”
Now, before we progress, let us make something clear. While Angus and Duncan live semi-nomadic lives, neither of these men are hobos. Both are intelligent hep cats with opinions and charisma. Their remedies for time-killing are surprising for a duo living such a vagabond existence. “I was struggling a bit between dinner and going to bed time,” says Angus. “I didn’t know what to do with myself ‘cause I don’t drink. It’s not like I can go get pissed every night. But then I kinda figured it out. I’ve just been chilling in cafes, doing maths, ‘cause it’s what I do. Any sort of maths, it’s all good. And it just kinda keeps your mind off stuff. I didn’t do it last night and it sucked.”
Duncan’s hobby is equally intriguing. “I’ve been reading heaps of astronomy books,” he says.
“And a book about an interpretation of time, and what would happen if you sped it up or slowed it down.” Angus says, “You’ve always got fun facts when we meet up or a topic of conversation.”
Another topic that’s been getting much airtime of late has been Angus’ moment of spotlight on national television. “I signed my first autograph the other day,” he laughs. All six feet and five inches of him. “A lady wanted me to write a love note to her friend and I happily obliged. I think I wrote, ‘Hey Mary’ and the lady wanted me to tell her to come up to Byron so I wrote, ‘You should come play in Byron. Love, Angus.’ All the kids at school are crazy on it, too. The other day, everywhere I walked in the playground random groups of kids would stand around and clap. Absolutely taking the piss but really funny.” And, what about women who want a taste of micro-fame? “All the chicks that wanna get down ‘cause of it are sketchy and not really chicks you wanna get down with. A few chicks have pretended they didn’t know.”
While fame’s not the worst kind of recognition, the brothers do sometimes attract undesirable attention. And it’s because of their style of living. “I’ve been spooked out by the cops,” says Duncan. “But I was just parked in a dumb, obvious spot. I just got hell drunk and had parked my car right in town.”
This sent Angus in search of clarification. “I read up on it and, as long as your car is parked lawfully, not in a No Stopping sign or No Camping sign, if there’s no sign saying you’re not allowed to park there, then there’s no council law or state law against it. There’s council bylaws and state legislation about certain things around it, but no one can tell you you’re not allowed to sleep in your car. So it’s all cool.”
No one can tell you how to live either and Duncan and Angus are living how they wanna. “As we were saying, you never catch yourself doing something that’s bad,” says Angus. “Like, we both love our jobs and wouldn’t want to be doing anything else. And everything else is golden.”
See more here!
These Are the Pleasure Lovers
From Stab issue 65: These Are The Pleasure Lovers! In which two brothers, nomadic housetruckers, chose a new lifestyle and leave monotony in the dust.
Words by Elliot Struck | Photos by Trevor King
In Byron Bay, the living is easy and that easy living has magnetism and charm. The town adopts vagrants, freaks, groovers, beatniks and everything between without discrimination.
“It’s the tale of two cities here,” says Angus, an expat who’s a perfect example of the kinda character Byron attracts. Angus is 28 years old and he is a casual school teacher (though he prefers the term “emergency”). He teaches mathematics and he calls it mathematics not ‘maths’.
He is a lover of surfing. He also lives in his car. Angus experienced his Warhol five minutes last month when, after plucking a coupla drowning French backpackers from the rip at Kirra, he appeared on theToday Show for an interview, during which host Karl Stefanovic took much delight at Angus’ appearance and burst into repeated laughter.
This is because Angus’ appearance is very hard not to associate with divinity. Well, divinity, but more eccentric. A beard tickles his chest and his hair falls as long as a rose stem. His eyes are dark and bright. Angus’s brother, Duncan, is 22 and is a gifted surfer. He was also drawn to Byron, and also lives in his car.
For work, Duncan picked blueberries for a few months, then washed dishes, now he is a cleaner. His hair is also long, died pink at the ends, but his beard is not like his brother’s. Duncan has a dusting on either cheek and on his chin, a curation that he later describes as “suss”. His hooked nose is charming. Both men are, as they say, “disgustingly single.”
It is in the northern area of Byron Bay named Belongil that Stab falls upon a beach house for a spill. This house exists to embody summery creativity, the kind that beer maker Corona celebrates, musically, artistically and otherwise. It is a difficult place for Angus to find himself because, although he’s not adverse to exploring altered states of consciousness, he has decided on a year of sobriety. It does not impose on his fun, however – Stab sees Angus dancing at a party on the Gold Coast a week later sans inebriation.
There are other men at the Corona house besides Angus and Duncan and their names are Blair, Jake and Tim. Blair’s eyes are piercing and his hair is also very long. Jake is strong, like a wrought-iron statue, with a short crop of dark hair. Tim is two tones of gold and he is from the West. He likes it here out on the east coast.
It’s a free life, this life that Angus and Duncan are living. Angus in his converted panel van and Duncan in his kitted-out station wagon. Nomadic housetruckers! Is it not fabulous? “We’ve been talking about it a lot,” says Angus. “And I don’t think we’ll ever go back to living in a house.”
Duncan mentions the idea of selling their cars and buying a larger bus. Angus nods in agreement. This is a common occurrence. There are many kinds of brothers and these two are the kind of brothers that think in similar patterns and agree on most things. The majority of things they say are complimentary to their sibling’s previous sentiments. “You’re always doing something that you want to do,” continues Duncan. “When you have a house you’re just chilling in your lounge room watching TV, but when you’ve got no house, you just use all your time to go surf or skate. I go surfing heaps or skate around, go to the library. Then work during the week. I’m always doing something, not just chilling out. ‘Cause, uh, I’ve got nowhere to chill.” Angus pipes in “You’re always doing something you fucking wanna do. I haven’t been bored one time in the last two months.”
Now, before we progress, let us make something clear. While Angus and Duncan live semi-nomadic lives, neither of these men are hobos. Both are intelligent hep cats with opinions and charisma. Their remedies for time-killing are surprising for a duo living such a vagabond existence. “I was struggling a bit between dinner and going to bed time,” says Angus. “I didn’t know what to do with myself ‘cause I don’t drink. It’s not like I can go get pissed every night. But then I kinda figured it out. I’ve just been chilling in cafes, doing maths, ‘cause it’s what I do. Any sort of maths, it’s all good. And it just kinda keeps your mind off stuff. I didn’t do it last night and it sucked.”
Duncan’s hobby is equally intriguing. “I’ve been reading heaps of astronomy books,” he says.
“And a book about an interpretation of time, and what would happen if you sped it up or slowed it down.” Angus says, “You’ve always got fun facts when we meet up or a topic of conversation.”
Another topic that’s been getting much airtime of late has been Angus’ moment of spotlight on national television. “I signed my first autograph the other day,” he laughs. All six feet and five inches of him. “A lady wanted me to write a love note to her friend and I happily obliged. I think I wrote, ‘Hey Mary’ and the lady wanted me to tell her to come up to Byron so I wrote, ‘You should come play in Byron. Love, Angus.’ All the kids at school are crazy on it, too. The other day, everywhere I walked in the playground random groups of kids would stand around and clap. Absolutely taking the piss but really funny.” And, what about women who want a taste of micro-fame? “All the chicks that wanna get down ‘cause of it are sketchy and not really chicks you wanna get down with. A few chicks have pretended they didn’t know.”
While fame’s not the worst kind of recognition, the brothers do sometimes attract undesirable attention. And it’s because of their style of living. “I’ve been spooked out by the cops,” says Duncan. “But I was just parked in a dumb, obvious spot. I just got hell drunk and had parked my car right in town.”
This sent Angus in search of clarification. “I read up on it and, as long as your car is parked lawfully, not in a No Stopping sign or No Camping sign, if there’s no sign saying you’re not allowed to park there, then there’s no council law or state law against it. There’s council bylaws and state legislation about certain things around it, but no one can tell you you’re not allowed to sleep in your car. So it’s all cool.”
No one can tell you how to live either and Duncan and Angus are living how they wanna. “As we were saying, you never catch yourself doing something that’s bad,” says Angus. “Like, we both love our jobs and wouldn’t want to be doing anything else. And everything else is golden.”
See more here!

2nd July 2014

These Are the Pleasure Lovers
From Stab issue 65: These Are The Pleasure Lovers! In which two brothers, nomadic housetruckers, chose a new lifestyle and leave monotony in the dust.
Words by Elliot Struck | Photos by Trevor King
In Byron Bay, the living is easy and that easy living has magnetism and charm. The town adopts vagrants, freaks, groovers, beatniks and everything between without discrimination.
“It’s the tale of two cities here,” says Angus, an expat who’s a perfect example of the kinda character Byron attracts. Angus is 28 years old and he is a casual school teacher (though he prefers the term “emergency”). He teaches mathematics and he calls it mathematics not ‘maths’.
He is a lover of surfing. He also lives in his car. Angus experienced his Warhol five minutes last month when, after plucking a coupla drowning French backpackers from the rip at Kirra, he appeared on theToday Show for an interview, during which host Karl Stefanovic took much delight at Angus’ appearance and burst into repeated laughter.
This is because Angus’ appearance is very hard not to associate with divinity. Well, divinity, but more eccentric. A beard tickles his chest and his hair falls as long as a rose stem. His eyes are dark and bright. Angus’s brother, Duncan, is 22 and is a gifted surfer. He was also drawn to Byron, and also lives in his car.
For work, Duncan picked blueberries for a few months, then washed dishes, now he is a cleaner. His hair is also long, died pink at the ends, but his beard is not like his brother’s. Duncan has a dusting on either cheek and on his chin, a curation that he later describes as “suss”. His hooked nose is charming. Both men are, as they say, “disgustingly single.”
It is in the northern area of Byron Bay named Belongil that Stab falls upon a beach house for a spill. This house exists to embody summery creativity, the kind that beer maker Corona celebrates, musically, artistically and otherwise. It is a difficult place for Angus to find himself because, although he’s not adverse to exploring altered states of consciousness, he has decided on a year of sobriety. It does not impose on his fun, however – Stab sees Angus dancing at a party on the Gold Coast a week later sans inebriation.
There are other men at the Corona house besides Angus and Duncan and their names are Blair, Jake and Tim. Blair’s eyes are piercing and his hair is also very long. Jake is strong, like a wrought-iron statue, with a short crop of dark hair. Tim is two tones of gold and he is from the West. He likes it here out on the east coast.
It’s a free life, this life that Angus and Duncan are living. Angus in his converted panel van and Duncan in his kitted-out station wagon. Nomadic housetruckers! Is it not fabulous? “We’ve been talking about it a lot,” says Angus. “And I don’t think we’ll ever go back to living in a house.”
Duncan mentions the idea of selling their cars and buying a larger bus. Angus nods in agreement. This is a common occurrence. There are many kinds of brothers and these two are the kind of brothers that think in similar patterns and agree on most things. The majority of things they say are complimentary to their sibling’s previous sentiments. “You’re always doing something that you want to do,” continues Duncan. “When you have a house you’re just chilling in your lounge room watching TV, but when you’ve got no house, you just use all your time to go surf or skate. I go surfing heaps or skate around, go to the library. Then work during the week. I’m always doing something, not just chilling out. ‘Cause, uh, I’ve got nowhere to chill.” Angus pipes in “You’re always doing something you fucking wanna do. I haven’t been bored one time in the last two months.”
Now, before we progress, let us make something clear. While Angus and Duncan live semi-nomadic lives, neither of these men are hobos. Both are intelligent hep cats with opinions and charisma. Their remedies for time-killing are surprising for a duo living such a vagabond existence. “I was struggling a bit between dinner and going to bed time,” says Angus. “I didn’t know what to do with myself ‘cause I don’t drink. It’s not like I can go get pissed every night. But then I kinda figured it out. I’ve just been chilling in cafes, doing maths, ‘cause it’s what I do. Any sort of maths, it’s all good. And it just kinda keeps your mind off stuff. I didn’t do it last night and it sucked.”
Duncan’s hobby is equally intriguing. “I’ve been reading heaps of astronomy books,” he says.
“And a book about an interpretation of time, and what would happen if you sped it up or slowed it down.” Angus says, “You’ve always got fun facts when we meet up or a topic of conversation.”
Another topic that’s been getting much airtime of late has been Angus’ moment of spotlight on national television. “I signed my first autograph the other day,” he laughs. All six feet and five inches of him. “A lady wanted me to write a love note to her friend and I happily obliged. I think I wrote, ‘Hey Mary’ and the lady wanted me to tell her to come up to Byron so I wrote, ‘You should come play in Byron. Love, Angus.’ All the kids at school are crazy on it, too. The other day, everywhere I walked in the playground random groups of kids would stand around and clap. Absolutely taking the piss but really funny.” And, what about women who want a taste of micro-fame? “All the chicks that wanna get down ‘cause of it are sketchy and not really chicks you wanna get down with. A few chicks have pretended they didn’t know.”
While fame’s not the worst kind of recognition, the brothers do sometimes attract undesirable attention. And it’s because of their style of living. “I’ve been spooked out by the cops,” says Duncan. “But I was just parked in a dumb, obvious spot. I just got hell drunk and had parked my car right in town.”
This sent Angus in search of clarification. “I read up on it and, as long as your car is parked lawfully, not in a No Stopping sign or No Camping sign, if there’s no sign saying you’re not allowed to park there, then there’s no council law or state law against it. There’s council bylaws and state legislation about certain things around it, but no one can tell you you’re not allowed to sleep in your car. So it’s all cool.”
No one can tell you how to live either and Duncan and Angus are living how they wanna. “As we were saying, you never catch yourself doing something that’s bad,” says Angus. “Like, we both love our jobs and wouldn’t want to be doing anything else. And everything else is golden.”
See more here!
These Are the Pleasure Lovers
From Stab issue 65: These Are The Pleasure Lovers! In which two brothers, nomadic housetruckers, chose a new lifestyle and leave monotony in the dust.
Words by Elliot Struck | Photos by Trevor King
In Byron Bay, the living is easy and that easy living has magnetism and charm. The town adopts vagrants, freaks, groovers, beatniks and everything between without discrimination.
“It’s the tale of two cities here,” says Angus, an expat who’s a perfect example of the kinda character Byron attracts. Angus is 28 years old and he is a casual school teacher (though he prefers the term “emergency”). He teaches mathematics and he calls it mathematics not ‘maths’.
He is a lover of surfing. He also lives in his car. Angus experienced his Warhol five minutes last month when, after plucking a coupla drowning French backpackers from the rip at Kirra, he appeared on theToday Show for an interview, during which host Karl Stefanovic took much delight at Angus’ appearance and burst into repeated laughter.
This is because Angus’ appearance is very hard not to associate with divinity. Well, divinity, but more eccentric. A beard tickles his chest and his hair falls as long as a rose stem. His eyes are dark and bright. Angus’s brother, Duncan, is 22 and is a gifted surfer. He was also drawn to Byron, and also lives in his car.
For work, Duncan picked blueberries for a few months, then washed dishes, now he is a cleaner. His hair is also long, died pink at the ends, but his beard is not like his brother’s. Duncan has a dusting on either cheek and on his chin, a curation that he later describes as “suss”. His hooked nose is charming. Both men are, as they say, “disgustingly single.”
It is in the northern area of Byron Bay named Belongil that Stab falls upon a beach house for a spill. This house exists to embody summery creativity, the kind that beer maker Corona celebrates, musically, artistically and otherwise. It is a difficult place for Angus to find himself because, although he’s not adverse to exploring altered states of consciousness, he has decided on a year of sobriety. It does not impose on his fun, however – Stab sees Angus dancing at a party on the Gold Coast a week later sans inebriation.
There are other men at the Corona house besides Angus and Duncan and their names are Blair, Jake and Tim. Blair’s eyes are piercing and his hair is also very long. Jake is strong, like a wrought-iron statue, with a short crop of dark hair. Tim is two tones of gold and he is from the West. He likes it here out on the east coast.
It’s a free life, this life that Angus and Duncan are living. Angus in his converted panel van and Duncan in his kitted-out station wagon. Nomadic housetruckers! Is it not fabulous? “We’ve been talking about it a lot,” says Angus. “And I don’t think we’ll ever go back to living in a house.”
Duncan mentions the idea of selling their cars and buying a larger bus. Angus nods in agreement. This is a common occurrence. There are many kinds of brothers and these two are the kind of brothers that think in similar patterns and agree on most things. The majority of things they say are complimentary to their sibling’s previous sentiments. “You’re always doing something that you want to do,” continues Duncan. “When you have a house you’re just chilling in your lounge room watching TV, but when you’ve got no house, you just use all your time to go surf or skate. I go surfing heaps or skate around, go to the library. Then work during the week. I’m always doing something, not just chilling out. ‘Cause, uh, I’ve got nowhere to chill.” Angus pipes in “You’re always doing something you fucking wanna do. I haven’t been bored one time in the last two months.”
Now, before we progress, let us make something clear. While Angus and Duncan live semi-nomadic lives, neither of these men are hobos. Both are intelligent hep cats with opinions and charisma. Their remedies for time-killing are surprising for a duo living such a vagabond existence. “I was struggling a bit between dinner and going to bed time,” says Angus. “I didn’t know what to do with myself ‘cause I don’t drink. It’s not like I can go get pissed every night. But then I kinda figured it out. I’ve just been chilling in cafes, doing maths, ‘cause it’s what I do. Any sort of maths, it’s all good. And it just kinda keeps your mind off stuff. I didn’t do it last night and it sucked.”
Duncan’s hobby is equally intriguing. “I’ve been reading heaps of astronomy books,” he says.
“And a book about an interpretation of time, and what would happen if you sped it up or slowed it down.” Angus says, “You’ve always got fun facts when we meet up or a topic of conversation.”
Another topic that’s been getting much airtime of late has been Angus’ moment of spotlight on national television. “I signed my first autograph the other day,” he laughs. All six feet and five inches of him. “A lady wanted me to write a love note to her friend and I happily obliged. I think I wrote, ‘Hey Mary’ and the lady wanted me to tell her to come up to Byron so I wrote, ‘You should come play in Byron. Love, Angus.’ All the kids at school are crazy on it, too. The other day, everywhere I walked in the playground random groups of kids would stand around and clap. Absolutely taking the piss but really funny.” And, what about women who want a taste of micro-fame? “All the chicks that wanna get down ‘cause of it are sketchy and not really chicks you wanna get down with. A few chicks have pretended they didn’t know.”
While fame’s not the worst kind of recognition, the brothers do sometimes attract undesirable attention. And it’s because of their style of living. “I’ve been spooked out by the cops,” says Duncan. “But I was just parked in a dumb, obvious spot. I just got hell drunk and had parked my car right in town.”
This sent Angus in search of clarification. “I read up on it and, as long as your car is parked lawfully, not in a No Stopping sign or No Camping sign, if there’s no sign saying you’re not allowed to park there, then there’s no council law or state law against it. There’s council bylaws and state legislation about certain things around it, but no one can tell you you’re not allowed to sleep in your car. So it’s all cool.”
No one can tell you how to live either and Duncan and Angus are living how they wanna. “As we were saying, you never catch yourself doing something that’s bad,” says Angus. “Like, we both love our jobs and wouldn’t want to be doing anything else. And everything else is golden.”
See more here!
These Are the Pleasure Lovers
From Stab issue 65: These Are The Pleasure Lovers! In which two brothers, nomadic housetruckers, chose a new lifestyle and leave monotony in the dust.
Words by Elliot Struck | Photos by Trevor King
In Byron Bay, the living is easy and that easy living has magnetism and charm. The town adopts vagrants, freaks, groovers, beatniks and everything between without discrimination.
“It’s the tale of two cities here,” says Angus, an expat who’s a perfect example of the kinda character Byron attracts. Angus is 28 years old and he is a casual school teacher (though he prefers the term “emergency”). He teaches mathematics and he calls it mathematics not ‘maths’.
He is a lover of surfing. He also lives in his car. Angus experienced his Warhol five minutes last month when, after plucking a coupla drowning French backpackers from the rip at Kirra, he appeared on theToday Show for an interview, during which host Karl Stefanovic took much delight at Angus’ appearance and burst into repeated laughter.
This is because Angus’ appearance is very hard not to associate with divinity. Well, divinity, but more eccentric. A beard tickles his chest and his hair falls as long as a rose stem. His eyes are dark and bright. Angus’s brother, Duncan, is 22 and is a gifted surfer. He was also drawn to Byron, and also lives in his car.
For work, Duncan picked blueberries for a few months, then washed dishes, now he is a cleaner. His hair is also long, died pink at the ends, but his beard is not like his brother’s. Duncan has a dusting on either cheek and on his chin, a curation that he later describes as “suss”. His hooked nose is charming. Both men are, as they say, “disgustingly single.”
It is in the northern area of Byron Bay named Belongil that Stab falls upon a beach house for a spill. This house exists to embody summery creativity, the kind that beer maker Corona celebrates, musically, artistically and otherwise. It is a difficult place for Angus to find himself because, although he’s not adverse to exploring altered states of consciousness, he has decided on a year of sobriety. It does not impose on his fun, however – Stab sees Angus dancing at a party on the Gold Coast a week later sans inebriation.
There are other men at the Corona house besides Angus and Duncan and their names are Blair, Jake and Tim. Blair’s eyes are piercing and his hair is also very long. Jake is strong, like a wrought-iron statue, with a short crop of dark hair. Tim is two tones of gold and he is from the West. He likes it here out on the east coast.
It’s a free life, this life that Angus and Duncan are living. Angus in his converted panel van and Duncan in his kitted-out station wagon. Nomadic housetruckers! Is it not fabulous? “We’ve been talking about it a lot,” says Angus. “And I don’t think we’ll ever go back to living in a house.”
Duncan mentions the idea of selling their cars and buying a larger bus. Angus nods in agreement. This is a common occurrence. There are many kinds of brothers and these two are the kind of brothers that think in similar patterns and agree on most things. The majority of things they say are complimentary to their sibling’s previous sentiments. “You’re always doing something that you want to do,” continues Duncan. “When you have a house you’re just chilling in your lounge room watching TV, but when you’ve got no house, you just use all your time to go surf or skate. I go surfing heaps or skate around, go to the library. Then work during the week. I’m always doing something, not just chilling out. ‘Cause, uh, I’ve got nowhere to chill.” Angus pipes in “You’re always doing something you fucking wanna do. I haven’t been bored one time in the last two months.”
Now, before we progress, let us make something clear. While Angus and Duncan live semi-nomadic lives, neither of these men are hobos. Both are intelligent hep cats with opinions and charisma. Their remedies for time-killing are surprising for a duo living such a vagabond existence. “I was struggling a bit between dinner and going to bed time,” says Angus. “I didn’t know what to do with myself ‘cause I don’t drink. It’s not like I can go get pissed every night. But then I kinda figured it out. I’ve just been chilling in cafes, doing maths, ‘cause it’s what I do. Any sort of maths, it’s all good. And it just kinda keeps your mind off stuff. I didn’t do it last night and it sucked.”
Duncan’s hobby is equally intriguing. “I’ve been reading heaps of astronomy books,” he says.
“And a book about an interpretation of time, and what would happen if you sped it up or slowed it down.” Angus says, “You’ve always got fun facts when we meet up or a topic of conversation.”
Another topic that’s been getting much airtime of late has been Angus’ moment of spotlight on national television. “I signed my first autograph the other day,” he laughs. All six feet and five inches of him. “A lady wanted me to write a love note to her friend and I happily obliged. I think I wrote, ‘Hey Mary’ and the lady wanted me to tell her to come up to Byron so I wrote, ‘You should come play in Byron. Love, Angus.’ All the kids at school are crazy on it, too. The other day, everywhere I walked in the playground random groups of kids would stand around and clap. Absolutely taking the piss but really funny.” And, what about women who want a taste of micro-fame? “All the chicks that wanna get down ‘cause of it are sketchy and not really chicks you wanna get down with. A few chicks have pretended they didn’t know.”
While fame’s not the worst kind of recognition, the brothers do sometimes attract undesirable attention. And it’s because of their style of living. “I’ve been spooked out by the cops,” says Duncan. “But I was just parked in a dumb, obvious spot. I just got hell drunk and had parked my car right in town.”
This sent Angus in search of clarification. “I read up on it and, as long as your car is parked lawfully, not in a No Stopping sign or No Camping sign, if there’s no sign saying you’re not allowed to park there, then there’s no council law or state law against it. There’s council bylaws and state legislation about certain things around it, but no one can tell you you’re not allowed to sleep in your car. So it’s all cool.”
No one can tell you how to live either and Duncan and Angus are living how they wanna. “As we were saying, you never catch yourself doing something that’s bad,” says Angus. “Like, we both love our jobs and wouldn’t want to be doing anything else. And everything else is golden.”
See more here!
These Are the Pleasure Lovers
From Stab issue 65: These Are The Pleasure Lovers! In which two brothers, nomadic housetruckers, chose a new lifestyle and leave monotony in the dust.
Words by Elliot Struck | Photos by Trevor King
In Byron Bay, the living is easy and that easy living has magnetism and charm. The town adopts vagrants, freaks, groovers, beatniks and everything between without discrimination.
“It’s the tale of two cities here,” says Angus, an expat who’s a perfect example of the kinda character Byron attracts. Angus is 28 years old and he is a casual school teacher (though he prefers the term “emergency”). He teaches mathematics and he calls it mathematics not ‘maths’.
He is a lover of surfing. He also lives in his car. Angus experienced his Warhol five minutes last month when, after plucking a coupla drowning French backpackers from the rip at Kirra, he appeared on theToday Show for an interview, during which host Karl Stefanovic took much delight at Angus’ appearance and burst into repeated laughter.
This is because Angus’ appearance is very hard not to associate with divinity. Well, divinity, but more eccentric. A beard tickles his chest and his hair falls as long as a rose stem. His eyes are dark and bright. Angus’s brother, Duncan, is 22 and is a gifted surfer. He was also drawn to Byron, and also lives in his car.
For work, Duncan picked blueberries for a few months, then washed dishes, now he is a cleaner. His hair is also long, died pink at the ends, but his beard is not like his brother’s. Duncan has a dusting on either cheek and on his chin, a curation that he later describes as “suss”. His hooked nose is charming. Both men are, as they say, “disgustingly single.”
It is in the northern area of Byron Bay named Belongil that Stab falls upon a beach house for a spill. This house exists to embody summery creativity, the kind that beer maker Corona celebrates, musically, artistically and otherwise. It is a difficult place for Angus to find himself because, although he’s not adverse to exploring altered states of consciousness, he has decided on a year of sobriety. It does not impose on his fun, however – Stab sees Angus dancing at a party on the Gold Coast a week later sans inebriation.
There are other men at the Corona house besides Angus and Duncan and their names are Blair, Jake and Tim. Blair’s eyes are piercing and his hair is also very long. Jake is strong, like a wrought-iron statue, with a short crop of dark hair. Tim is two tones of gold and he is from the West. He likes it here out on the east coast.
It’s a free life, this life that Angus and Duncan are living. Angus in his converted panel van and Duncan in his kitted-out station wagon. Nomadic housetruckers! Is it not fabulous? “We’ve been talking about it a lot,” says Angus. “And I don’t think we’ll ever go back to living in a house.”
Duncan mentions the idea of selling their cars and buying a larger bus. Angus nods in agreement. This is a common occurrence. There are many kinds of brothers and these two are the kind of brothers that think in similar patterns and agree on most things. The majority of things they say are complimentary to their sibling’s previous sentiments. “You’re always doing something that you want to do,” continues Duncan. “When you have a house you’re just chilling in your lounge room watching TV, but when you’ve got no house, you just use all your time to go surf or skate. I go surfing heaps or skate around, go to the library. Then work during the week. I’m always doing something, not just chilling out. ‘Cause, uh, I’ve got nowhere to chill.” Angus pipes in “You’re always doing something you fucking wanna do. I haven’t been bored one time in the last two months.”
Now, before we progress, let us make something clear. While Angus and Duncan live semi-nomadic lives, neither of these men are hobos. Both are intelligent hep cats with opinions and charisma. Their remedies for time-killing are surprising for a duo living such a vagabond existence. “I was struggling a bit between dinner and going to bed time,” says Angus. “I didn’t know what to do with myself ‘cause I don’t drink. It’s not like I can go get pissed every night. But then I kinda figured it out. I’ve just been chilling in cafes, doing maths, ‘cause it’s what I do. Any sort of maths, it’s all good. And it just kinda keeps your mind off stuff. I didn’t do it last night and it sucked.”
Duncan’s hobby is equally intriguing. “I’ve been reading heaps of astronomy books,” he says.
“And a book about an interpretation of time, and what would happen if you sped it up or slowed it down.” Angus says, “You’ve always got fun facts when we meet up or a topic of conversation.”
Another topic that’s been getting much airtime of late has been Angus’ moment of spotlight on national television. “I signed my first autograph the other day,” he laughs. All six feet and five inches of him. “A lady wanted me to write a love note to her friend and I happily obliged. I think I wrote, ‘Hey Mary’ and the lady wanted me to tell her to come up to Byron so I wrote, ‘You should come play in Byron. Love, Angus.’ All the kids at school are crazy on it, too. The other day, everywhere I walked in the playground random groups of kids would stand around and clap. Absolutely taking the piss but really funny.” And, what about women who want a taste of micro-fame? “All the chicks that wanna get down ‘cause of it are sketchy and not really chicks you wanna get down with. A few chicks have pretended they didn’t know.”
While fame’s not the worst kind of recognition, the brothers do sometimes attract undesirable attention. And it’s because of their style of living. “I’ve been spooked out by the cops,” says Duncan. “But I was just parked in a dumb, obvious spot. I just got hell drunk and had parked my car right in town.”
This sent Angus in search of clarification. “I read up on it and, as long as your car is parked lawfully, not in a No Stopping sign or No Camping sign, if there’s no sign saying you’re not allowed to park there, then there’s no council law or state law against it. There’s council bylaws and state legislation about certain things around it, but no one can tell you you’re not allowed to sleep in your car. So it’s all cool.”
No one can tell you how to live either and Duncan and Angus are living how they wanna. “As we were saying, you never catch yourself doing something that’s bad,” says Angus. “Like, we both love our jobs and wouldn’t want to be doing anything else. And everything else is golden.”
See more here!
These Are the Pleasure Lovers
From Stab issue 65: These Are The Pleasure Lovers! In which two brothers, nomadic housetruckers, chose a new lifestyle and leave monotony in the dust.
Words by Elliot Struck | Photos by Trevor King
In Byron Bay, the living is easy and that easy living has magnetism and charm. The town adopts vagrants, freaks, groovers, beatniks and everything between without discrimination.
“It’s the tale of two cities here,” says Angus, an expat who’s a perfect example of the kinda character Byron attracts. Angus is 28 years old and he is a casual school teacher (though he prefers the term “emergency”). He teaches mathematics and he calls it mathematics not ‘maths’.
He is a lover of surfing. He also lives in his car. Angus experienced his Warhol five minutes last month when, after plucking a coupla drowning French backpackers from the rip at Kirra, he appeared on theToday Show for an interview, during which host Karl Stefanovic took much delight at Angus’ appearance and burst into repeated laughter.
This is because Angus’ appearance is very hard not to associate with divinity. Well, divinity, but more eccentric. A beard tickles his chest and his hair falls as long as a rose stem. His eyes are dark and bright. Angus’s brother, Duncan, is 22 and is a gifted surfer. He was also drawn to Byron, and also lives in his car.
For work, Duncan picked blueberries for a few months, then washed dishes, now he is a cleaner. His hair is also long, died pink at the ends, but his beard is not like his brother’s. Duncan has a dusting on either cheek and on his chin, a curation that he later describes as “suss”. His hooked nose is charming. Both men are, as they say, “disgustingly single.”
It is in the northern area of Byron Bay named Belongil that Stab falls upon a beach house for a spill. This house exists to embody summery creativity, the kind that beer maker Corona celebrates, musically, artistically and otherwise. It is a difficult place for Angus to find himself because, although he’s not adverse to exploring altered states of consciousness, he has decided on a year of sobriety. It does not impose on his fun, however – Stab sees Angus dancing at a party on the Gold Coast a week later sans inebriation.
There are other men at the Corona house besides Angus and Duncan and their names are Blair, Jake and Tim. Blair’s eyes are piercing and his hair is also very long. Jake is strong, like a wrought-iron statue, with a short crop of dark hair. Tim is two tones of gold and he is from the West. He likes it here out on the east coast.
It’s a free life, this life that Angus and Duncan are living. Angus in his converted panel van and Duncan in his kitted-out station wagon. Nomadic housetruckers! Is it not fabulous? “We’ve been talking about it a lot,” says Angus. “And I don’t think we’ll ever go back to living in a house.”
Duncan mentions the idea of selling their cars and buying a larger bus. Angus nods in agreement. This is a common occurrence. There are many kinds of brothers and these two are the kind of brothers that think in similar patterns and agree on most things. The majority of things they say are complimentary to their sibling’s previous sentiments. “You’re always doing something that you want to do,” continues Duncan. “When you have a house you’re just chilling in your lounge room watching TV, but when you’ve got no house, you just use all your time to go surf or skate. I go surfing heaps or skate around, go to the library. Then work during the week. I’m always doing something, not just chilling out. ‘Cause, uh, I’ve got nowhere to chill.” Angus pipes in “You’re always doing something you fucking wanna do. I haven’t been bored one time in the last two months.”
Now, before we progress, let us make something clear. While Angus and Duncan live semi-nomadic lives, neither of these men are hobos. Both are intelligent hep cats with opinions and charisma. Their remedies for time-killing are surprising for a duo living such a vagabond existence. “I was struggling a bit between dinner and going to bed time,” says Angus. “I didn’t know what to do with myself ‘cause I don’t drink. It’s not like I can go get pissed every night. But then I kinda figured it out. I’ve just been chilling in cafes, doing maths, ‘cause it’s what I do. Any sort of maths, it’s all good. And it just kinda keeps your mind off stuff. I didn’t do it last night and it sucked.”
Duncan’s hobby is equally intriguing. “I’ve been reading heaps of astronomy books,” he says.
“And a book about an interpretation of time, and what would happen if you sped it up or slowed it down.” Angus says, “You’ve always got fun facts when we meet up or a topic of conversation.”
Another topic that’s been getting much airtime of late has been Angus’ moment of spotlight on national television. “I signed my first autograph the other day,” he laughs. All six feet and five inches of him. “A lady wanted me to write a love note to her friend and I happily obliged. I think I wrote, ‘Hey Mary’ and the lady wanted me to tell her to come up to Byron so I wrote, ‘You should come play in Byron. Love, Angus.’ All the kids at school are crazy on it, too. The other day, everywhere I walked in the playground random groups of kids would stand around and clap. Absolutely taking the piss but really funny.” And, what about women who want a taste of micro-fame? “All the chicks that wanna get down ‘cause of it are sketchy and not really chicks you wanna get down with. A few chicks have pretended they didn’t know.”
While fame’s not the worst kind of recognition, the brothers do sometimes attract undesirable attention. And it’s because of their style of living. “I’ve been spooked out by the cops,” says Duncan. “But I was just parked in a dumb, obvious spot. I just got hell drunk and had parked my car right in town.”
This sent Angus in search of clarification. “I read up on it and, as long as your car is parked lawfully, not in a No Stopping sign or No Camping sign, if there’s no sign saying you’re not allowed to park there, then there’s no council law or state law against it. There’s council bylaws and state legislation about certain things around it, but no one can tell you you’re not allowed to sleep in your car. So it’s all cool.”
No one can tell you how to live either and Duncan and Angus are living how they wanna. “As we were saying, you never catch yourself doing something that’s bad,” says Angus. “Like, we both love our jobs and wouldn’t want to be doing anything else. And everything else is golden.”
See more here!

These Are the Pleasure Lovers

From Stab issue 65: These Are The Pleasure Lovers! In which two brothers, nomadic housetruckers, chose a new lifestyle and leave monotony in the dust.

Words by Elliot Struck | Photos by Trevor King

In Byron Bay, the living is easy and that easy living has magnetism and charm. The town adopts vagrants, freaks, groovers, beatniks and everything between without discrimination.

“It’s the tale of two cities here,” says Angus, an expat who’s a perfect example of the kinda character Byron attracts. Angus is 28 years old and he is a casual school teacher (though he prefers the term “emergency”). He teaches mathematics and he calls it mathematics not ‘maths’.

He is a lover of surfing. He also lives in his car. Angus experienced his Warhol five minutes last month when, after plucking a coupla drowning French backpackers from the rip at Kirra, he appeared on theToday Show for an interview, during which host Karl Stefanovic took much delight at Angus’ appearance and burst into repeated laughter.

This is because Angus’ appearance is very hard not to associate with divinity. Well, divinity, but more eccentric. A beard tickles his chest and his hair falls as long as a rose stem. His eyes are dark and bright. Angus’s brother, Duncan, is 22 and is a gifted surfer. He was also drawn to Byron, and also lives in his car.

For work, Duncan picked blueberries for a few months, then washed dishes, now he is a cleaner. His hair is also long, died pink at the ends, but his beard is not like his brother’s. Duncan has a dusting on either cheek and on his chin, a curation that he later describes as “suss”. His hooked nose is charming. Both men are, as they say, “disgustingly single.”

It is in the northern area of Byron Bay named Belongil that Stab falls upon a beach house for a spill. This house exists to embody summery creativity, the kind that beer maker Corona celebrates, musically, artistically and otherwise. It is a difficult place for Angus to find himself because, although he’s not adverse to exploring altered states of consciousness, he has decided on a year of sobriety. It does not impose on his fun, however – Stab sees Angus dancing at a party on the Gold Coast a week later sans inebriation.

There are other men at the Corona house besides Angus and Duncan and their names are Blair, Jake and Tim. Blair’s eyes are piercing and his hair is also very long. Jake is strong, like a wrought-iron statue, with a short crop of dark hair. Tim is two tones of gold and he is from the West. He likes it here out on the east coast.

It’s a free life, this life that Angus and Duncan are living. Angus in his converted panel van and Duncan in his kitted-out station wagon. Nomadic housetruckers! Is it not fabulous? “We’ve been talking about it a lot,” says Angus. “And I don’t think we’ll ever go back to living in a house.”

Duncan mentions the idea of selling their cars and buying a larger bus. Angus nods in agreement. This is a common occurrence. There are many kinds of brothers and these two are the kind of brothers that think in similar patterns and agree on most things. The majority of things they say are complimentary to their sibling’s previous sentiments. “You’re always doing something that you want to do,” continues Duncan. “When you have a house you’re just chilling in your lounge room watching TV, but when you’ve got no house, you just use all your time to go surf or skate. I go surfing heaps or skate around, go to the library. Then work during the week. I’m always doing something, not just chilling out. ‘Cause, uh, I’ve got nowhere to chill.” Angus pipes in “You’re always doing something you fucking wanna do. I haven’t been bored one time in the last two months.”

Now, before we progress, let us make something clear. While Angus and Duncan live semi-nomadic lives, neither of these men are hobos. Both are intelligent hep cats with opinions and charisma. Their remedies for time-killing are surprising for a duo living such a vagabond existence. “I was struggling a bit between dinner and going to bed time,” says Angus. “I didn’t know what to do with myself ‘cause I don’t drink. It’s not like I can go get pissed every night. But then I kinda figured it out. I’ve just been chilling in cafes, doing maths, ‘cause it’s what I do. Any sort of maths, it’s all good. And it just kinda keeps your mind off stuff. I didn’t do it last night and it sucked.”

Duncan’s hobby is equally intriguing. “I’ve been reading heaps of astronomy books,” he says.

“And a book about an interpretation of time, and what would happen if you sped it up or slowed it down.” Angus says, “You’ve always got fun facts when we meet up or a topic of conversation.”

Another topic that’s been getting much airtime of late has been Angus’ moment of spotlight on national television. “I signed my first autograph the other day,” he laughs. All six feet and five inches of him. “A lady wanted me to write a love note to her friend and I happily obliged. I think I wrote, ‘Hey Mary’ and the lady wanted me to tell her to come up to Byron so I wrote, ‘You should come play in Byron. Love, Angus.’ All the kids at school are crazy on it, too. The other day, everywhere I walked in the playground random groups of kids would stand around and clap. Absolutely taking the piss but really funny.” And, what about women who want a taste of micro-fame? “All the chicks that wanna get down ‘cause of it are sketchy and not really chicks you wanna get down with. A few chicks have pretended they didn’t know.”

While fame’s not the worst kind of recognition, the brothers do sometimes attract undesirable attention. And it’s because of their style of living. “I’ve been spooked out by the cops,” says Duncan. “But I was just parked in a dumb, obvious spot. I just got hell drunk and had parked my car right in town.”

This sent Angus in search of clarification. “I read up on it and, as long as your car is parked lawfully, not in a No Stopping sign or No Camping sign, if there’s no sign saying you’re not allowed to park there, then there’s no council law or state law against it. There’s council bylaws and state legislation about certain things around it, but no one can tell you you’re not allowed to sleep in your car. So it’s all cool.”

No one can tell you how to live either and Duncan and Angus are living how they wanna. “As we were saying, you never catch yourself doing something that’s bad,” says Angus. “Like, we both love our jobs and wouldn’t want to be doing anything else. And everything else is golden.”

See more here!

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