Man I hate bullets. It’s not so much the whole “they kill people thingâ€. I know they do, but I am not afraid of death. We all have to die some time, right? I made my peace with that. The thing about bullets, and I’m sure you’ll agree, is that they hurt. A lot! And…
the blog.
Random-drive-by-post
I haven’t been here in a minute, Been toiling away, Devoid of a life social, That cool new movie? Nuh, I haven’t seen it. And now, for some reason unfathomable, I can’t sleep for too long. I wake up after three hours, Sorta routine, like some kinda timetable. I want to be able to construct…
To the power company. . .with venom
I write you a letter; scratch that, a poem, I’ve tried every approach, but the words, I guess are too big, You simply don’t know ‘em. So here’s another attempt, borne out of a cut wire, The approach, Different in every way entire.  It pisses me off no end, knowing I’m stuck with you,…
Shots in the dark
This is ridiculous. No actually, maybe not. With the way this night has been going, I suppose something had to give. I’d have to be an idiot to expect anything “normal’ to happen. Yvette’s dead, I did not leave the room and I saw no harm in getting it on with a whore. Yeah, seems…
Holi Moli!
A New Year, A week later
You’ve probably had the “happy new year” greeting more times than you care to remember so I’ll spare you. As it stands there’s very little to be happy about. Our cousins across the border are going through the after effects of an election gone wrong. Its what we keep hoping won’t happen to us. We’ve…
'twas the last day of the year…
This is my year end post, it goes a little something like this… I have learnt this year that live and let live is the way to go. I believe that half the fun in making New Year’s Resolutions (here on referred to simply as NYRs) lies in the knowledge that you probably won’t live…
lemme just say. . .
A Certain Interruptus; A Detective's Narrative
I feel the inside of my mouth go dry as the shock sets in. I think I might have dropped the “f”-bomb in my shock. Not that it matters, I mean, you barge into a room and the last thing you expect to find is the quarry you’d surely dealt with earlier. It’s a room…
Reflection
Yesterday, I was just like you. Pretty much. I thought that girl was cute, thought she had a wonderful smile, that her smile lit up the room that she took my breath away. That there were endless possibilities, if I could just gather the nerves and tell her… but it’s too late. Too late to…