I found myself thinking of this yesterday...
Way back, probably in about 1986, I remember seeing a kid on Freshwater Beach in Sydney come hopping out of the shallow water on one foot. In the heel of his other foot was a needle. A hypodermic syringe needle.
It scared the hell out of me at the time. The back of the beach was where you didnt go for fear of needles. Not the waterline!
I've often wondered what happened to that kid. If he ever got anything because of it. If he's still alive and well.
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