Autobiography

Even now, my parents still treat me with soft kid gloves and feather voices. After the incident, and a year, and the doctors, and the bills,

Can I tell you a story? Just don't tell anyone, ok. I mean, really I struggle to tell myself.

I ripped the cap off against my jeans almost taking my thigh along with it, and pressed the bottle to my lips with one great chug-a-lug gulp and almost died.

The Kruger Park Just graduated and full of love of abstraction enthusiasm and vigour I attended my first conference, paid for entirely with saved pocket money.