To read Dead Man’s Diaries in chronological order please click here. I am done, I have finished this blog. I have honoured my brother. I think, I hope he’d be pleased. My brother is gone, our mother has Alzheimer’s, there is no one to confirm all my memories, but there is this – our love and lives on paper. I miss him, I miss receiving … Continue reading I’m just gonna leave this here.
S Journal Entry 25 January 2004 I remember being so surprised that Nana had had a job at one point. And I remember being so proud learning Nana Mc had worked for Myers Department Store for years. I remember her telling me once that Pop had come home from work and asked “How was your day?” she told me she said; “Jack, today I saw … Continue reading I saw a black dog.
J’s Diary Entry 10 March 2003 Kicked Ian out last week, mmm maybe it was end of week before. It was first thing in the morning. He was hanging out his washing. He didn’t take it well. Quietly furious, I’d call it. Said “Well I’m screwed,” a few times. Told him it was cos he never went out. He said “I go out quite a … Continue reading It’s a testament to the horror of his personality and personal hygiene that I do not feel bad about this.
J’s Diary Entry 5 January 2003 Slow day, summery lazy. Got up late and was going over to Eli’s new place in Abbotsford when he called to say that he’d stuffed up his shifts and had to be at work. (He’s working at a hospital down in Frankston doing security – he has great stories!) So Jade and I decided to got out anyway and … Continue reading Quelle horreur!
From: ‘J’ Date: 20 May 2002 05:30AM To: ‘S’ Subject: Bad Party…Bad TV…and Bad Religion Hey Sis. How was your weekend? Mine was alright. Went to IT guy from work’s 30th birthday dinner on Saturday night in St Kilda. Since his parents are winey (they have a vineyard and all) there was free wine, four varieties. I thought “You rippa – bring on the dancing … Continue reading Bad Parties, Bad TV and Bad Religion.
J’s Diary Entry 4 November 2001 Started reading “Kill Shot” by Elmore Leonard Jen came round last night and she, Jade, Eli and I got drunk as bastards on wine. I dimly recall vomiting off the foot of my bed into a bucket while Jen rolled around the bed. I took some photos and shaved my beard off, leaving a handlebar moustache and giant sideburns. … Continue reading SPLAT, THUD.
J’s Diary Entry 15 October 2001 Only threw up once today, though thought about it two other times. Applied for a week’s holiday and started taking Aropax again. It doesn’t seem to be working too well – still having obsessive thoughts and throwing up. Ate two Milky Bars at work and liberated them 10 minutes later. I’ll be thin, but toothless. Jade is in the … Continue reading Word of the day; Elegy.
Fri 19 Mar 1999 – Queensland (for Aunty Tia’s 50th) Today I give thanks; That I truly understood and felt my mothers’ need for and lack of self esteem For my little girl with her sweet heart and good manners For identifying my need to learn patience That I miss Barry Sat 20 Mar 1999 – Queensland Today I give thanks; For being able to … Continue reading Grains of thanks – small, important things.
12-14 March 1999 J grudgingly agreed to come with Brady and I down to our Grandparents house, with our Father. As you will have established by now our Father is a narcissistic, misogynist. The archetypal Aussie Male Baby Boomer – loves fishin’, huntin’, drinkin’ and screwin’. This entailed a four hour car drive (each way) listening to him bleet on about himself and how much he … Continue reading Oh the things we did to keep our Father happy.