David Goodwin survived weekend graveyards in servos for several interminable years: way too long to stay anything approaching sane, but it gave him a delightfully unhinged memoir detailing all of the looping chaos. 

He is, thankfully, no longer a day-sleeper with a halogen tan, but still maintains a ruinous predilection for slurpees, chocolate Big Ms and sausage rolls with too much tomato sauce.

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His work has been published in The Age, afl.com.au and various online publications and literary journals. He holds a Dual Advanced Diploma in Advertising and Marketing and, these days, revels in having a somewhat normal circadian rhythm.