Home Is Where My Arse Is

I’ve experimented with a few different types of low-budget mobile accommodation. At the end of the day, home is where I park my butt! Back in 2006, I got around in my old poo-brown station wagon quite a bit (top pic). It wasn’t pretty, but it was comfy. The fuel was too expensive to go…

Jerry Cans – Tin Can Bay, Australia

…Around 1am Brad is deep into a morbid soliloquy about how much he hates his brother, who he claims is an arsonist.  He is having conversations with himself, speaking both for himself and his brother, and grappling with his brothers imaginary throat…   It’s winter (southern hemisphere) of 2009.  Nia (now my wife, then my…