February, 2013

Potholes in Palookaville

Posted on: February 20th, 2013 by robert No Comments


Part One

I was in my loft. The ancient tin of paint upon which I was sitting was gently reprimanding my backside while the wind from outside whistled without remorse through the soffits.

It's a part of my home I seldom visit, but thanks to an odd mixture of boredom and curiosity, and the imminent move playing on my mind, a sort-out, I decided, was probably in order. It's a strange place to be, that dusty darkened hub in the eaves, surrounded by the abandoned years-old relics of not only my life, but the lives of households prior, their provenance questionable, and ultimately amounting to a frowsty museum for the sacrosanct and the shit.... Read More