I am in the process of making myself happy again.
It may seem like an innocent exercise, but we are exposed to a hidden danger every time we go to a bar to watch a game of sport with friends.
It was two days after Travis and I had made a lucky escape from the police with an ounce of pot hidden in his Ford Escort, but of course the Ford Escort had not been as fortunate.
About a year ago I got done. I got done good. It was a quiet afternoon at work and I was enjoying a cigarette on Elizabeth Street in the Sydney CBD.
I don't know how many nights I've stood looking out at the kitchen window wondering why I'm the only one still awake, creeping silently through the house like a phantom...
Recently, amid an especially oppressive run of hangovers and, having turned thirty in late May, I decided...
Over the past 20 to 30 years a gradual awareness has built up concerning the impending environmental catastrophe resulting from greenhouse gas emissions.
I turned thirty on the 23rd of May which I guess is something of a landmark age, right up there with turning eighteen, celebrating a twenty-first birthday, and getting to sixty...
