Join me in the live show where they reveal the winner of the job and the car. It will be interesting. A herd of groupies await me. But these are not normal adoration-showering-bra-throwing groupies… these are KuKluxKlan-pitchfork-wielding-tomato-throwing-hock-a-loogie-ing haters who want to see me dead. No, I’m lying. They want to see me tortured near death. You know, the typical feelings toward supervillians.
I am not asking you to join them. They have enough members. You don’t need to support me either. I just need your presence. I envision wall-like, human shield, to block all the aural abuse and rotten fruit abuse. So… what’s in it for you, you MAY ask? Continue reading
‘Sketches’ on the sidebar, or click here.
Here is a old photo of ye old road trip gang beside matching animals from the San Diego Zoo.
Also, a photo gallery of the International Educational Exchange Council’s best memories.
By the way, remember my disappearing posts? I have the comments in my email, and will be recreating them (like the last one) when I find the time.
I recently chucked something to http://crybloxsome.com and received the most satisfying rejection of my life.
I read his stories whenever I feel the urge to to down a shot of disconnected emotion. First came across him while scavenging for Sydney streetpress, hooked since. This is one of my favourite pieces. And maybe this too.
This is what he said to me: Continue reading