My East Coast Adventure
It was a bright and sunny day when Robin and I boarded the Greyhound bus to leave Bryon and head up to Noosa to meet with Anna, Stina, Helena, Fan, and Eve (affectionately referred to hereafter Swedes). Robin was leaving Byron for good, with flights already booked to…Continue reading
Another Spin of the Wheel
Maybe all the beautiful and amazing things that have happened to me in my life are the benevolent workings of some omnipotent creator. Or maybe I’m just a lucky bastard. Maybe its Karma, or maybe it’s just random chance, but…Continue reading
A Stupid Idea
Years ago, told my friend John Murphy that I wanted to try being homeless for a few months. And I meant it – I wanted to be properly homeless. Sleep on the streets. Eat what I could find or what I could buy with money panhandled from the kindness of strangers. I wanted…Continue reading
Campsite Slums and Luxury Beachside Holiday Homes… or… Still a Broke Drunk.
Lou once wrote me a text message from Bryon Bay, when she was traveling with her dad in Australia, and I was still living in Nelson, New Zealand. The message said something like “oh man, you can practically smell the sex, drugs, and booze in this town..Continue reading
Cheers Bro…G’day Mate!
I spent my last night in New Zealand at Gaby and Blake’s house. They were feeling burnt out from a long week of partying, so I had to hit the town on my own – what kind of life-a-holic would I be if I let my last night in NZ be sober andContinue reading
