Another Australian | 15th April 2011 | 18:40 PDT

Walking by a yard sale.

“Hey, how you doing?”
“Fine, thanks, you?”
“Good, are you another Australian?”
“No, I'm English”
“Ahh, I was close though, right?”
“haha, yeah!”

  -  No, you weren't and what did he mean by “another Australian”? There was no one on the street except you and me, surely not everyone who walked by you today could've been Australian... could they?

A typical me compared to a typical Australian

I guess I will never know, nor never care, will just assume he's a crazy red neck who took a wrong turning to New York and ended up staying.

Composed: Palisades Park, Santa Monica