FrogHollow - Cnr Of Albion Street & Riley Street - Surry Hills
Boy Has This Place Changed, Even Since I Was Young. This Is a Where I Spent My First Christmas Alone After I ran Away From Boarding School In 1993. I Was 15, It Was Christmas Eve & Both My Parents Had Bombed Themselves Out On Sleepers, Valiums, Rohypnols.... Whatever.... Needless To Say They Slept Right Through Till Boxing Day Night...
So There I Am In The Old Frog Hollow.... & It Was Really Quite Scary... I Met This Aboriginal Girl Who Lived In A Tent Like Thing In The Corner Of The Park Section... For The Life Of Me I Can't Remember Her Name... But She Was Homeless & I Remember She Took Me Under Her Wing That Night & We Got Drunk On Passion Pop. She Took Me Right Around Kings Cross. I Got To Meet A Lot Of Working Girls & Other Homeless People.. I Remember Arriving Back To Queens Park Hilton About Lunchtime On Christmas Day Exhausted & Hungover. & That Was My Christmas 1992
So There I Am In The Old Frog Hollow.... & It Was Really Quite Scary... I Met This Aboriginal Girl Who Lived In A Tent Like Thing In The Corner Of The Park Section... For The Life Of Me I Can't Remember Her Name... But She Was Homeless & I Remember She Took Me Under Her Wing That Night & We Got Drunk On Passion Pop. She Took Me Right Around Kings Cross. I Got To Meet A Lot Of Working Girls & Other Homeless People.. I Remember Arriving Back To Queens Park Hilton About Lunchtime On Christmas Day Exhausted & Hungover. & That Was My Christmas 1992
