Tuesday, 6 August 2013

Down With The Sickness

So you know what’s not fun?

Severe acute gastritis.

 I do not recommend it.  

As a reward for finally staying out of hospital for more than 15 hours, my parents took me to a Speedway meet, which is basically motorcycle racing on bikes with no breaks and no gears.

It's awesome.

Speedway always reminds me of my childhood.

The smell of burning methanol.
The loud crack of engines backfiring.
The familiar feel of shale showering into my eyes.

Ahhhh. Memories.

My Dad gets a little too into Speedway and shouts random streams of words like “COME ON MAGIC! WIND ‘EM UP AND LET ‘EM GO!”



I’m always mildly confused when I don’t see more lady-lovers down at the track. I would have thought it a prime lesbian spot.

But apologies for the lack of anything interesting to say.

My life lately has been a morphine induced haze.

Pleasant for me, but definitely not interesting to write about.


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