Gold Coast #1: Cash Converters
September 17, 2010 § Leave a comment
I remember being here when i was 15. The hot walks from my boyfriend’s house, the something in his hand that he was bringing to sell at Cash Converters for some extra money so we could buy tickets to the next dance party. I remember the strange, lonely things that were always on sale there… used keyboards that didn’t really work, forlorn necklaces that belonged to someone’s grandmother. I remember being in love for the first time and walking the steaming asphalt, not having a car or a license for that matter, the pool hall and the parking lot, loitering and arcade games. We would colour our hair to say something… without really having anything to say.