Today is your anniversary. It’s 4383 days since you left. I will play this song over and over today oh so loudly. Your favourite band. I will dance wildly. I will cry and I will laugh, I will remember and I will love you even more. Oh how I miss you sweet man. Come back, come back Don’t walk away Come back, … Continue reading An Aside from S
Wednesday, 29 March, 1995, 8:37am Howdy S, Did you take notice of the date and time, specifically the time, of this letter. That’s right, I’m in early. We just went off daylight savings, so it’s not really that great a sacrifice. It does fill me with self-righteousness though, gives me a warm fuzzy feeling of moral superiority over my fellow works. “Who, me? Oh yes, … Continue reading I like to think of myself as a sensory deprivation cosmonaut.
Friday, 11 March 1994 Dear S, Well, your little brother has taken another baby step towards the mantle of adulthood. This very morn I got my Learners Permit to drive. It was bloody easy. Leah timed me, a total of eight minutes. I think it was because there’s so much information in the booklet, that I thought the test would have to be at least … Continue reading Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, but it’s such a release!
deadmansdiaries.com 