Sick Kidney Fog

Before her kidney transplant I would see Shirl at times sit and stare at the wall looking as though she was deep in thought.

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Glass Half Full

My old mate Burtram and I were standing next to my Ford XA Coupe that a drunk driver had crashed into while it was parked on the side of Peachy Rd, Elizabeth (who would have thought). I had spent a small fortune on this car; balanced blueprinted motor, 650 double pumper carbs, 4 speed top […]