I fear the vulnerability of confession.

J’s Diary Entry Tuesday, 27 June 1995 Sometimes I think about how much I’d like to explain myself fully to someone.  Someone who would just sit there quietly, open and non-judging.  I’d like to explain to them how a cheery boy with a love of reading developed a penchant for books exploring the “darker regions of the soul” he had not personally acquainted himself with. … Continue reading I fear the vulnerability of confession.

I am suspicious of eerily firm and colorful mangoes.

J’s Diary Entries for Nov 1994 Wed 16 Nov 1994 – Went into the city, by myself, and say Oliver Stone’s new flick “Natural Born Killers”.  I was a bit disappointed, it had some valid points to make about media & violence and childhood & violence but it was lost in all the flashiness.  Tommy Lee Jones was good as the warden though.  I hate going … Continue reading I am suspicious of eerily firm and colorful mangoes.

Had a miserable, angry day choking on my own bile – heaven forbid I should choke on someone else’s.

Wed 6 Jul 1994 – Had lunch today at “Klicks” across the road from work with Simon, Bridgette, Joe, Pete and Cav.  Talked mostly to Cav, an interesting guy.  Late 20’s, tall and slightly stooped with a big deep Camel and Whiskey kind of voice. Extremely intelligent, it makes me a bit nervous, people with an intellectual edge on me always do.  He’s nice to … Continue reading Had a miserable, angry day choking on my own bile – heaven forbid I should choke on someone else’s.