I was working for a big time Malibu painting contractor in the mid eighties named John. A jolly likable man in his fifties. So on the Monday morning we all met at the warehouse where the trucks were parked over the weekend. Mondays were always a bit crazy.


I couldn’t write. It was pissing rain and cold cold cold. I loved it! It meant no people but probably no Horace either which saddened me a little. My hare friend and I had had many deep and totally meaningless conversations over the past 3 months. I liked Horace and we had a good time chatting. […]

Too Early

Most nights I slept well but on this particular one I was having a problem. I constantly returned to Tim Robbins crawling through the legs of Raquel Welsh with his rock hammer in that movie, oh you know the one. Great actor, great movie, great legs . . . Raquel’s I mean, not Tim’s. The […]

Hare Today . . .

So once again I headed off in the early morning for my walk. “My meandering mile” as I liked to call it because it was never a straight line by intention. Up the lane from Paddy’s Puddle, a small lake, there was a tall hedgerow with a gate in the middle. Now, unknown to me at that […]