S tried her very best to keep a straight face as her friend J appeared without warning at the bar. S came every evening that J was on shift to have a milkshake (even while being given weird looks by other hard-core drinking patrons who likened milkshake in a bar to whores in a sexual … More The Unsecret Dialogue of Hooligans
S sat on her haunches, head tilted slightly, watching J sleep. It was more of a ‘willing J to wake up’, really, but so far had been choosing to do it silently. With patience not being one of her strongest suits, S took her index finger and jabbed J in the forehead. J rolled over … More The (Un)Secret Childhood Dialogue Chronicles – Ninja.
So, my J and I were talking and although we have been friends for some time now and we know a great deal about each other and can safely say we are very familiar with the skeleton’s that lurk in each others closets. On first name high five terms with the demons that hold the … More Q and A
The trend in the past has been to write about my hospital trips with as much humour as possible. Today shall be no different… I hate hospitals. I hate the way they smell, and I hate being in them for whatever reason, but they are a regular occurrence on my timeline and so I choose … More Hospital Cheese
Read Part Two Here S looks in the rear view mirror and looks at J, trying to gauge how pissed off she would be if another projectile cigarette butt hit her window. Deciding that she would get over it, S lit another smoke and glanced again at the mirror. J was shaking her head and … More The Unsecret Dialogue Chronicles: Grand Theft Auto: Part Three
I may come under fire for doing this but that won’t be an unusual happening. Instead of writing something serious (as I am in the mood to pretend that all is fine) I decided to take one of my favourite poems, and add to it – house hold appliances, rooms etc. So throw vegetables at … More Max Ehrmann, In my House
S jiggled the pack of smokes around in an attempt to see how many were left. Accidentally flicking one out clear across J’s lap and onto the floor at her feet. S: Oh… my bad. Try not to squash it with a pedal… J: Are you kidding? S… that shit will roll around under there … More The “Unsecret” Dialogue Chronicles – Part 8: Out of our Trees
S: Uh, it was on sale. So only $30 … it reminded me of one of those old SMEG fridges…, you know the cool retro looking ones? I fucken love those… J: I am more interested in how it became your weapon of choice… S: It wasn’t. My initial plan was to drug them all… … More The “Unsecret” Dialogue Chronicles – Part 4
*Open’s door* S: I am SO glad you are here! J: Did you make me a coffee or what? S: No… I did put the kettle on though. And then I got all OCD about leaving a trail. J: Trail of… evidence that you made coffee? S: Yes. It would show a lack of remorse. … More The “Unsecret” Dialogue Chronicles – Part 2
The Plan: My brother Mark would arrive at my place at 6am to collect James and deliver him to bus station buy 7am for a 7.30am bus to KZN I would then get Mark to a hospital by 8am so he could have blood tests. I would be delivered back to my door step and … More Seriously?