Zigzag Street

I've just finished re reading ZigZag Street by Nick Earls, and I can't help but enjoy it for the nostalgia value alone. The early 90's were my time in Paddington, and I walked those streets and haunted those haunts. Balmain Tce where we had the infamous Mexican Party, the rickety deck, the warm nights, tea in the mornings and wine after sunset.
I walked up ZigZag St with my pants under my arm at 3 AM one Autumn morning, and walked home from the Underground in the rain. It's my youth, of course, nostalgia is nothing more than yearning for a time that you can never return to. Oh to be in my 20's again.

The sun is setting as I walk down the hill, a bottle of red wine in one hand, and a blue haze is settling over the brewery and Toowong and the west. Lights are coming on, and there's traffic blocking Milton Road in the distance and moving slowly along Waterworks Road behind me. But not many cars in these small streets, crazy streets like Zigzag Street, made up of curious angles and unexplained decisions, streets that lose themselves in the contours.

How can I read that without a tear in my eye?