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The Magazine

I remember when I was fifteen I was given a mangled Hustler magazine in which all the women’s breasts were the size of watermelons. So I took it home and stashed it. I had heard they were stroke-books, but I

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The Pamphlets

I read countless brochures and paraphernalia when I youngin. I had the pamphlets a long time and looked at them everyday, lying on my bed for what seemed like hours on end, gazing longingly at the glossy photos. This is

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The Wonder Years and ‘Catch The Wind’

In the chilly hours and minutesOf uncertainty, I want to beIn the warm hold of your loving mind. To feel you all around me,And to take your hand, along the sand.Ah, but I may as well try and catch the

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The Telegram

A school-friend kindly sent me a telegram after I won at the Australian Schools Athletic championships, admitting I was good enough despite wearing cheap sneakers called ‘Trax‘. I still have the results of the event which show my Australian record just below Cathy Freeman who also

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The 20c Lolly Packet

Mum, apron on, stirdy dinner ready for father’s return kids bathed, tumbled into pyjamas, awaiting their 20c lolly packet rousing reception – walks through the door cheap aftershave and cigar aroma lingers like an old worn photograph, yet it wasn’t like that then twas about the

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Trax Boy and Now Ain’t Dat a Man!

Our family always tried to achieve middle-class respectability, and never quite got there. The kids at my school had made up their minds. I was the Trax boy; the school kid who wore the cheapest sneakers. Most of the kids’

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North Brother Mountain

“This is no longer a vacation. It’s a quest. It’s a quest for fun. You’re gonna have fun, and I’m gonna have fun… We’re all gonna have so much f***ing fun we’re gonna need plastic surgery to remove our goddamn smiles!” – Vacation (1983)

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My Wooden Cutting Board

Just after breakfast, I developed this fascination with my wooden cutting board. This is where I prepare nearly all my food.

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The Story Didn’t Die

I have written it with trepidation. It will cause some readers pain. I do not find my candor, its realism greatly reassuring. I apologise to my readers and most of all my family for the harm it may cause. People can go

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Lost Tribe

No matter what he did, where he went for all the beer he drunk the people he upset for all the stupid things he did, He could at least say to himself in the end: ‘I once had this thing that enabled me to

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