Monday, 28 August 1995 9:17am S, Howdy. How was your weekend? I’m still shakin’ the dust of activity from my feet – a busy weekend. Let’s go through it scene by scene shall we? PISSPOT’S UNDOING (A modern tragedy) Author’s note: The following must be read in a tone evocative of the voice-overs in showcases of TV talent such as Unsolved Mysteries, Crime Stoppers, … Continue reading ‘Pisspot’s Undoing” – A Modern Tragedy.
J’s Diary Entry Sunday, 30 April, 1995 It’s mid morning (10.30am) and Leah and Aidan are still in bed. I hope they’re just sleeping – thank God I never hear them doing it. I wonder if they makes jokes about me rattling around this house like an old maid with nothing better to do than spoil young people’s love-making. I feel like cleaning today. Maybe … Continue reading Cleaning can only be done incrementally. It would be an offence to all that long-standing mess to just heave it all out in one go.
The XXXXXXXX represents the parts of his diary that my brother has cut out. J’s Diary Entries Friday, 17 March, 1995 Went over the road with Jeremy, Nadia and Quinn to “Klicks” for one dispirited drink before everyone made their way home. It simply isn’t the same without Cav there. It’s a bit embarrassing really that we rely on him so heavily to enjoy ourselves. … Continue reading I feel bad for being so horrible, but I guess I’m just horrible.
I’m so fucking tired. I lived my brothers suicide from my point of view. And now I’m living it from his. I am living in memories. Missed opportunities. My loss is magnified, if that is even possible. I am now a sudden death that has taken a decade. So many things, every day. Everyday I want to share, discuss with you all that has come … Continue reading An aside from S – I am a sudden death that has taken a decade.