In 2013 I moved from a small 2 Bedroom flat in a Industrial Area to an old abandoned farm house on 27 Acres south of Port Macquarie on the corner of the infamous Ghost Road. Animals became a big part of the new living experience, from Kangaroos on the front lawn to Kookaburas on the close line and everything in between Snake in the roof, random bunny rabitt, goanna under the shed, Chickens
I had been feeding the kookabura’s so they were always around. One day during an intense PS4 rally session a bird flew in to the house and smashed into the window, falling down the back of my desk and scaring the shit out of me at the same time. I leaped into action, what do i do? How do i pick up the kooka, I was afraid i could hurt it. I grabbed a towel and proceded to gently wrap the bird up for transport. I had never picked up a bird before let alone a majestic icon like the Australian Kookabura.
The famous laugh of the Kookabura connects to me everytime i hear it. The sound of the cackling kooka is considered a good omen, It will imediatatley lift your mood as soon as year hear it. BRO MAX represents connecting with friends, and there is no better medicine than a good laugh. In these dark times laughter broadcast’s a resonate frequency that destroys negativity and lifts one’s mood to the higher plain
*e.g. KPOP DEMON HUNTERS
BE THE REASON SOMEONE BELIEVE’S GOOD PEOPLE STILL EXIST