Paul D. Brazill

We’re all lying in the gutter, but some of us are staring at the spaces between the stars.

Seatown may not have a lot going for it – apart from the Roy Orbison lookalikes and Super Seventies Special every Thursday night, of course – but it's the place Mark Hammonds calls home. And after a decade away, it's the place he returns to when he has nowhere else to go.

From dead bikers to dodgy drug deals, from one downbeat bar to another, from strippers to gangsters and back again: the luckless former musician bounces from one misdeed to the next along with a litany of old acquaintances, almost as though he never left.

And if only he can shake off everybody who wants to kill, maim or otherwise hurt him, maybe he could even think about staying. After all, there’s no place like home...

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