I'm sitting on the top of a hill and looking out at Tilden. It's a weekday, early afternoon, a winter day in which Tilden is clear but the bay is socked in with fog, so I can't see it. I can see the canyons though, and the green hills, and the creek beds full of pine trees. I'm muddy and off of a...(more)
It was raining and I had a my black coat on. Always hated this Fedora. “Freaking thing’s so tight. I told her to get me the biggest one they had. Is it getting smaller or is my head growing again? I can never tell. I’m 34 years old, what do I mean I can’t tell.”
“I can’t tell, stop asking me stupi...(more)
Tea? Yes, biscuits? They're there, newspaper? Newspaper, Wanted poster with my name on it? That shouldn't be there...
I cautiously get up out of the armchair and walk out of the living room. As I go down the corridor I try to think of why I, a respectable, law abiding citizen, could be u...(more)