Wayyy back in Alice Springs, we rented a car and drove to the outback, in the middle of nowhere. I stopped to go to the toilet. In the toilet I met a skinny man with a huge beard and a missing front tooth. Immediately he began to talk to me, which to my memory, went something like the following. That's if you take away my various 'umms' 'urrrrms' and other bewildered interjections. Not that he really afforded me such privileges. He spoke fast, and the conversation was almost entirely one sided:

“G'day mate, don't worry, i know i look like it but I'm not one of those serial killer toilet cleaners, I'm just a rapist. Only joking, I haven't raped anyone in a toilet for a long time. Do you believe in God? It's just that 2 nights ago I killed a coyote, I say killed, it was a mercy…