Little Brother, our Father is dead to me so I have no problem posting this.

Friday, 18 February 1994 Dear S, I just got your letter, thanks so much.  I really needed to hear from you,  I was beginning to feel like I was committing these letters to “The Void” (wanky as it sounds.)  The prospect of all my gibberish being published one day is a bit daunting, but I’d like to see them all together, it would be a bit like … Continue reading Little Brother, our Father is dead to me so I have no problem posting this.

I think I’ll just stay home and pull my eyelashes out one by one, it couldn’t be any less painful.

Tuesday, 18 January 1994 Dear S, Just met Mum for lunch at Collins Place.  I only had my home made lunch of jam and vegemite sandwiches, so she shouted me a falafel.  She told me of your poisoning attempt on Jack’s life.  Fiendishly clever Sis!  Tell me, I’ve never heard of having to fill a kettle with acid to clean it, why are kettles in … Continue reading I think I’ll just stay home and pull my eyelashes out one by one, it couldn’t be any less painful.