Sometimes, it ain’t so bad.
‘Their conversation meanders on to golf and women and work. I eat my food, and I can’t taste it. I think, though my own three boys are near to killing me, that I’ll take all of them, all the children not wanted because they don’t fit someone’s lifestyle. You sit on a bar stool in an airport and laugh out your contempt and you think they don’t know, but they know. They always know.’Read more →
Sand in the Gears