It seems all I do these days is stare at the bright white screen. The computer has the gall to stare right back at me as if it knows better. It flickers to black … in the reflection I notice…
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Becoming Rich and Successful
People in their 20’s make it or break it. Here are my personal dos and donts: Buy the cheapest car that goes, only if you absolutely require a car. Don’t ever own/use credit cards. Don’t pay rent unless you want…
Tagged with: business, cars, condoms, donald trump, investment, nightlife, rich, sex, successful
Posted in Reflections
Posted in Reflections
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…
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…
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…
Tagged with: Bob Dylan, Catch the Wind, Don't Look back, Donovan, The Wonder years
Posted in Movies and TV, Music, Reflections
Posted in Movies and TV, Music, Reflections
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…
Tagged with: All I want is you, Athletics, cathy freeman, Charles Bukowski, telegram, trax, U2, U2 All I want is you
Posted in Reflections, Sport and Adventure
Posted in Reflections, Sport and Adventure
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…
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’…
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)
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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