A Short Tall Story

  I Am Tall. Get Over It. I get so sick of people commenting on my height. It’s like: “really? I’m tall? No shit? I never noticed that before. Fuck! You are such an observant person!” I’m not sure why I’m so annoyed by it. I guess it’s partly repetition. If you hear anything often…

Public Transport

…We know, straight, this is not ordinary taxi. He has some loud music on the stereo, like, gangster rap, and he wear very special clothes, some american cap, gold chains, some things like this… ‘Where will you like to go?’ he asks us. We tell him the place. ‘OK’ he say. Get in… I met…

Fruit & Voodoo – Moulamein, Australia

…’Madaram sudaram, madaram sudaram, mumbo jumbo, blaggedy bla!’ The bastard’s putting a curse on me! I give the guy his ticket, and say, ‘have a happy Confest’, and as he drives away he’s like: ‘hope you sleep well tonight mate!  Sweet dreams buddy!’… Confest 2014. Thursday morning. I’m selling tickets on the front gate.  Bloke…