I had a face, an address, and a name but nothing concrete to tie whoever the fuck this was to Simone apart from anecdotal 'maybes'. She was still denying flatly she was seeing anyone (I asked that question so many time in many different ways and, quickly losing patience with my interrogation she clammed up. … Continue reading David from work…
Category: Grief and Loss
broken 2…
another relationship bites the dust : this time not my failure!
broken…
So I jumped into a future that was uncertain and cloaked in lies. No 'chute or safety net to speak of apart from good friends far and away supporting me gently (but warily) as my life collapsed. Given the timely opportunity to come back home on a charter military flight (funnelling US military out of … Continue reading broken…
compulsive vagrant…
It struck me the other day (mired deep in an existential funk, sulking about mortality and life choices) as I packed my duffle bags for yet another relocation, that being homeless by choice rather than by circumstance is actually a bit of a luxury. Especially in the pandemic era we are living through with its … Continue reading compulsive vagrant…
exodus…
After 5 months of stress, anxiety and dislocation with uncertainty and isolation my bedfellows every sleepless night since March, I'm finally on my way out of the dumpster fire that is Australia 2020. Unfortunately not on a ship (so the Exodus analogy ends here) but rather a grumpy and sour Qantas flight to Sydney and … Continue reading exodus…
processing…
Back in Dubbo for a week now - a city of endless straight lines and unforgiving heat - these first 10 days of re-entry spent in a seesawing fever/fugue state brought on by the lightning fast onslaught of influenza picked up on Day 1 in Christchurch. No, it wasn't Coronavirus just a vicious flu and … Continue reading processing…
f*cking tourists…
What a pack of bastards! They come to your country, spend a few days running around seeing the tourist sights, read a few Wikipedia articles (at the very least a travel mag article) and then have the gall to constantly Instagram or Facebook the living fuck out of the mundane places where you work, have … Continue reading f*cking tourists…
Roam-ania…
Yep there's a good reason I haven't been writing lately: too many Dad jokes and awful puns bouncing around in my brain. I'll quietly get them out of the way while I check out a coffee shop Oana recommended - OVRIDE coffee in the Timişoara City Centre. It's buzzing here, almost as much as my … Continue reading Roam-ania…
More bloody ghosts!
Let's change pace again - no pics or pith...just words before I forget them. There's something about Thailand that mashes up my subconscious like a banana in a blender. My sweet Thai dreams last night were again haunted by weirdness and spirits from the past. It wasn't a bad thing, and the haunting this time … Continue reading More bloody ghosts!
…cages
So, how 'bout this 'freedom' thing that all the cool kids are talking about lately - WTF is that about? <warning - this is a bit random and ranty as I'm having a day - continue at own risk> Freedom to travel, do, see, taste what you please when you want to without any real … Continue reading …cages
Man Down! 