Monthly Archives: November 2012

God, I'm sick of the first person. From now on I will refer to myself as Kimbell.

I walk out the gate. Some way down the road a snake disturbs the roadside grass. A brilliant thought strikes me. I stop, admiring the empty grass, reassuring myself of its emptiness. Then another thought appears. I begin walking in circles so as to keep these two thoughts … Continue reading →

I feel happy for the people who thought they were running this website, I really do. I mean, they can't even hack back into their own blog. What's going on with that? Maybe they've all retired to Guatamala or whatever. Good for … Continue reading →

I don't have ten single solitary monetary units to my name. I could've bought a whole meal, but no, I find the cheapest bottle of wine and a loaf of bread, and thence (I love old fashioned words) position myself overlooking a countryside consisting entirely … Continue reading →

I am standing at the entrance to the freeway trying to hitch a ride. The wind is so strong and so ferociously constant I have to hide behind the on-ramp sign in order to stay upright (for some reason, it seems … Continue reading →

I realise I've got a bit of explaining to do, but I really can't be bothered. I don't get to the internet that often. Anyway, the only reason I do this is to send coded messages to Boo Boo who, as … Continue reading →

Other people have taken me to the supermarket because I look so hungry. One man gave me a bed for the night at his house in the country. Of all his family's home comforts, I loved the shower the most.