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 his letters. The world is odd without my peculiarly wonderful brother, … 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.