A panic attack from the Vietnam vet, thirty years on – just the smells of the cooking
from the takeaway restaurant took him across oceans and back several
costume changes and many more haircuts – and he was curled up on the footpath, crying
at the rotten thoughts that fresh, sweet smell brought with it. Steep on a Dunedin street,
he has never felt so lonely…
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