The time after I’d settled into Austin, and before I started a family
The Saab. The Silver Bullet. The strange car that has a special place in my history. Hours spent driving around Austin blasting ‘Ride of the Valkyrie’ and Aphex Twin’s ‘Girl/Boy’ out of the (electric) windows, sat on plush leather upholstery. Days of connecting gauges and pipes to diagnose turbo issues. Saab 900 16V TURBO, suckers. […]
It’s pretty hard to chew my peanut butter sandwich. One side of my jaw is slightly out of goose. My nose feels as if it should be bleeding, but that’s probably part of my brain haemorrhaging.
Motherfather. With two hours to spare, I completed my novel for Nanowrimo. 50000 words of utter bunkum about a man who moves to Texas and half climbs a mountain. Can’t think of where I got the inspiration from. Maybe some man I met down the pub or something. Pubs. I remember them. Vaguely. I have
