The Dewey Decimal System & Suicide

J’s Diary Entry Thursday 9 Mar 1995 I got my annual slap on the wrist from Caitlin today. She said I’d been “drifting” since November. I agreed, of course. I found it a bit depressing really. I knew it was coming from a few offhand remarks Caitlin made in the last week or so. I told her that I have changed my direction in the … Continue reading The Dewey Decimal System & Suicide

Letter from my homophobic, illiterate, racist, “Barra” loving, twit of a Father (that’s twit with an “a”).

27 Sep 1994 Dearest S and Jack, Thanks for the post card I really appreciate it.  Majorca certainly sounds like a beautiful place. Do they do any fishing there? Is that the island where Christopher Skase is because he has been getting a lot of publicity lately but I think it is still a long way from getting him back here to answer charges. Hope … Continue reading Letter from my homophobic, illiterate, racist, “Barra” loving, twit of a Father (that’s twit with an “a”).

The beer helped me get to know the floor a little better.

Monday, 28 February 1994 Dear S, Hi, it’s a sunny day down here and I’m in a surprisingly good mood considering the crappy weekend I’ve had.  I feel like I’ve guzzled half a gallon of Buzz saw Blend Ultra-Caffeinated Coffee, but I haven’t touched it at all today.  If you could see the murky goo that passes for coffee here I think you’d understand. Well … Continue reading The beer helped me get to know the floor a little better.