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There is no denying COVID-19 has caused widespread tragedy, including the devastating news that Travis will no longer get to complete his screenplay from his Dumbo studio apartment.
Last month, Toorak native turned New York casual, Travis Van Vuuren (35), made the decision to come home to Melbourne after realising how fucking terrifying it was to be in a country with hunger games style healthcare and leadership during a pandemic.
Van Vuuren returned to his parent’s manor with the five completed paragraphs of his screenplay, a story about how he was at a bar with ⅔ of the Flatbush Zombies and a habit of calling everything the wrong name.
“I’m just hitting up the Bodega if y’all want nothing,” said Travis in reference to his local corner shop where he planned to spend his parents money.
“No matter where you come from, in B-town Bodegas are the centres of the community.”
Travis then proceeded to buy an “OJ” at the corner shop before failing to start a conversation with the old fella behind the counter who even outside of a pandemic, would have wanted Travis to get the fuck out of the store as soon as possible.
“No matter, let’s see what’s going at the Flea Market,” stated Travis as he looked through the window of his local op-shop.
“Shame it’s closed, I’m very hot on that in that pre-war French Press.”
