I remember the last time I saw Jac in January 2018. He was staying at my place in Darlinghurst and Martin Harsono and I were seeing him off. Jac left me an odd assortment of stuff, including a Luna Park RAT mask from 31 December 1986, and instructions (tape your mouth shut, do this, do that...). We agreed I would see what I could do to help him get at least a partial Australian pension. I put Jac in an Uber to the airport, he offered me a $20 contribution (always his way) which I declined. I noticed how fragile he seemed yet I had no idea I would never see him again. He was a person you can't imagine being without. Once Jac chose you as a friend, no matter how annoying or plain crazy either of you became, Jac's friendship stuck like superglue.