July 2010
4 posts
The Events Surrounding My Father’s Wedding...
That morning, I gave the taxi driver the best tip I have ever given to a taxi driver. It was the least I owed him for getting me further from that parody of a relationship. I stood on the kerbside of an Austin suburbia, with an address scribbled on a piece of notepad paper. I was staying within a rather artistic area, it seemed. Having no solid understanding of how American streets were arranged,...
The Events Surrounding My Father's Wedding...
Sitting in the hotel lobby, I took a matchbook, courtesy of the Hotel, from my inside jacket pocket. I lit up a cigarette and put on a pair of black plastic sunglasses I bought in India, during my last excursion. Cheap knock-offs of a major brand, no doubt. I turned and looked around to see if anyone noticed how ridiculous I appeared. Knowing full well smoking didn’t suit me, I tutted at...
“I hear pianoes forever, like a scar. My beloved daughter would sing whilst I played, when we entertained. Taken so young, her loss is a crippling tragedy. My only consolation is that she is now an asset within the pearly gates.” - “If only I had stopped that cursed woman. The alchemist would never have gotten involved. That damned alchemist! I never trusted a single one, with...
“Trying to engage a sense of urgency, I find myself creating an artifice rather than enjoying a well earnt rest…” - “I have no worry. But why should I? Avoiding a discourse into the existence of the future, may I just remember with you, there’s no point crying over an upright glass which, as far as I can see, is pleasantly still very much full of milk.” -...