Slip

“Live a little..” I mutter to myself before shoving the sloppy burger into my mouth, licking the run sauce off my wrist followed by a handful of chips. It’s 11.40pm on a Sunday night and I’m eating inside a car, parked outside in the garage. “Live a little” – I’m told a lot. By exasperated siblings,…

Coconutty Questions

It’s soothing to be in this space again. Actually I’ve never perceived this as a ‘space’ before. Like how you don’t realize you’ve been missing somebody till you see them again? I suppose like that I’ve never thought much about when I write on my blogs. Sitting here now in the early hours of the…