Wasting time

Having lost a few more precious hours when our truck fell in the river, we pressed hastily on, and promptly ran into another time waster. As we passed a small village in the distance, Taff slowed the truck and brought it to a halt as we saw a police jeep chasing out to intercept us. … Continue reading Wasting time →

Fudge

Fudge. It's what my brain feels like as I try to juggle the various drugs that keep me mobile every day. Sometimes lately it's like walking through thick mud trying to find two sensible thoughts to put together. The one thing I have missed since moving back to New York is the sessions I had … Continue reading Fudge →