I’d always wanted to be a thief. The type who didn’t get caught. Well, I met Dave. That was good luck. He taught me the art of robbing and thieving. Robbing took me away from the miserable shithole I was born into, and put me into the “game”. You learn Continue Reading
The Thing that Happened to My Snooping Neighbour
Rustling paper, tearing, ripping, followed by the flop of a heavy envelope landing on my desk made me realise that I wasn’t really alone in my little room. I had just woken up. It was deepest winter and my whole body, including my head, was hidden under the Continue Reading
The Broken Hearted Ghosts of Calle San Luis
In a densely populated city, among the winding Arab streets of Seville, there is a row of white washed buildings. Small arched doorways, and uneven walls marked by the traditional magenta paint that skirts the foot of the house where it meets the Continue Reading