Inside the four walls of The Sporting Globe, Fountain Gate, whilst watching Matthew Priddis win the Brownlow to more of a moan than rousing applause, we gave Jarrad a simple task with the remaining jug money - load up on a greyhound we collectively agreed on - Coffee Otis.
Rank outsider - great name.
One task, successfully failed.
J missed the jump, and Coffee Otis ran away with it, and so began the Curse of Otis.
Hopefully, in some way, these mindless tangents can lift the Curse, and Coffee Otis can roam free once more.
The Curse of Coffee Otis.
Spewing out 10+ years of internal dialogue into external noise.
It's everyone else's problem now.
For Gil North, who clearly passed down the writing bug, only supercharged and more explicit.