Another Window To Crawl Through.

This love, this need to create; this compulsion to keep trying to keep improving and seeing what lies on the other side and the other side of that and the other side of that... it's not something to take for granted.


Why I Love Donald Trump.

I have seen behind the curtain of the great and powerful Oz and witnessed the huddled, naked, small and terrified humanity that lies there.

My Son.

He was whipped away from our flailing hands and taken to a table in the corner of the room, where three nurses, like the witches of Macbeth huddled over him performing arcane rituals of a modern malady.

A Boy’s View Of A Man’s Body.

I was too tall too soon, I went through puberty a year or two ahead of everyone else and I stood out like a penis at a vagina party. I woke at the ripe old age of twelve with a caterpillar permanently entrenched upon my lip and a baritone Barry White would have been proud of.

The Good Ol’ Days!

When you had the right answer to a question in class, you were not allowed to raise your hand, but instead had to raise the dead. If unable to do this you were sent to the headmasters office who then gave you six of HIS best.

Busking 101

My guitar had no name. I had never felt inspired to bequeath it a title and neither had the manufacturer it seemed. It held no label, no moniker or ever saw itself fit to bear title and in that it was my perfect musical companion.

Writing About Cock.

I endeavoured to write the greatest, most thrilling phone sex stories of all time. I decided that not only would i tickle the undercarriage of callers, but also their minds, their lives, and yes, maybe even their hearts.

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