A Long Story That Doesn’t Make Any Sense

As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I notice a slight, flickering glow, away beyond the treeline, silhouetting the grass stems and low hanging branches of the trees. I come to the edge of a steep bank, and peer over it. Below me is a shallow watercourse. He’s sitting on the creek bank, beside a tiny fire. He’s facing away from me but I can see his profile in the firelight; creased brow, hook nose, stained grey beard. Rage surges up in me…

WTF West

I get dropped off on the edge of town and walk down the road a bit to find a good hitchhiking pitch. There’s a sheriff’s cruiser parked on the side of the road. There isn’t a whole lot of traffic. I wonder if this guy gets bored sitting on the side of this lonely road all day…

Donkey Lovers – Cartagena, Colombia

“I’m pretty amazed so many people still use donkeys here” I comment. Dione chuckles. “Some men in Cartagena have a special relationship with their donkeys” he says. “They are not just for transport”. “What do you mean?” Dione raises his eyebrows. “You don’t mean they..?” Dione cranks his eyebrows even higher and nods slowly…

Ring My Bell

…Before you moved in there was druggies running a meth’ lab in that place. There were hookers turning tricks in there, fights, non stop fucking problems. I had to call the cops one night ’cause this guy climbed my fence and fell asleep in my back yard…” I lived in Redfern for a while, in…