DOCTOR WHO?

I can't believe I work in sales. Ever wake up in the morning and wonder how you got somewhere? I wake up every morning and I know exactly how I got here. 'Here' being the sales team for Vodafone/Ihug and let me tell you something: It's a scary way to start the day. Six years of university and what do I have? A old french car, a cat with worms, three dozen shoe boxes of photos and a penchant for acid-tongued girls who chain smoke. I should have been a bohemian hack writer, but I was born a century too late. A talentless man in a time after France but before the Blade Runners.

I'm a big believer in the romantics, beauty, tragedy, comedy, and everyone's favourite, tragicomedy. I try not to live a happy life, but to enjoy an interesting one. Self-esteem is for women.

SO I WAS HAVING THIS DREAM... [my latest blog]

151107 - broken edges

Bitch took my edge, wrapped it in grease paper.
Where do you go when you want to be lost? You head in all directions at once.


If you're looking for me, try here.

PS. I am great, how are you?(view more/subscribe)

ANOTHER 17 REASONS

I have a more varied and well established social network than you. Shame.
Seriously though, I have extraordinarily hip friends. Feel free to sample a few.

PUNCH MY TICKET

I'm a young pakeha man of twentytwo years.
I live on a dead-end street near a liquor store and primary school.
My favourite colours are irrelevant, favourite numbers; nonsensical.
A Jabberwocky lives under my bed and sings to me every night in broken, backwards verse.

When life hands me lemons I punch life in the goddamn throat,
because I'm sick of making lemonade.