S: I hate casinos. J: I didn’t ask you to like being here. I just asked you to be here. S: I would rather be ordering a peanut butter milkshake at that place we drove past on the way into this god forsaken shit hole. J made gagging noises and pulled a face S, looking … More Killing Time
Part 2 Part 3: “I am going to let go now, Mr Lin… what what it again, J?” J had reluctantly pulled the now purple faced man’s wallet out of his jacket pocket since he had been unable to answer any of the questions given him by either J or S. “Lionel. With one L.” … More The Unsecret Dialogue of Letting Go
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
Your veins share a portion of ruthlessness with my rib cage. My blackened lungs. A certain unwavering determination to spit in the faces of those who dont beleive in you. Your hands grew lines a long time ago, etched by Arabic scribe. Fine lines that tell of only dark things. Fairy Tales of laughter, inside … More
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.
Thank you for my gift, J. It’s beautiful. Beautifully appropriate and I love you, most. I opened my post box this morning expecting an electricity bill, and because we had bantered about the whole zip code thing I recognised the envelope right away. The caretaker looked at me like I was a nutcase when I … More Only Fitting
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
A ‘do’, Like a Cockatoo. Reminded me, of you. You being the holler-er, of feathered things. Miss you. Me.
I am a chocolate brownie fan, and J knew full well that I would devour at least four before thinking to ask if J had added anything extra special to the mix. Of course, by then, it was too late. I had to be escorted out of the public lounge, as I started blowing out … More The Unsecret Friendship of S and J. A Collection, of Unsecret Affairs.