Twenty-Two
When I get home from work, there’s a small twig – about six inches long and boasting a handful of leaves – shoved into the mesh of the screen door. In Greek (and some other European cultures), this is a calling card – somebody wants me to know that they’ve visited. Only one person’s ever done this – IDIOT FRIEND, albeit years ago, before he was IDIOT FRIEND (although, no doubt, he was still an idiot). His work occasionally takes him through the area, and he’s randomly dropped by in the past. One time, he did exactly this – snap a twig to prop in the screen door. Obviously, he’s…
Through Time
You know, I’ve never been a believer in new year. Or new year’s resolutions. The only resolutions I’ve made were when I was younger, and vowed to quit smoking. But come 1st January, I’d be lighting up again. When I did eventually quit, it was in September and without fanfare. I didn’t even know I was going to quit – and that it was going to be the ultimate quit so I never started up again – until after it happened. There’s nothing new about new year. It’s an excuse to make resolutions. But if those resolutions really meant anything, we’d undertake them now. Something that important couldn’t wait. And…