Category: Sex, Drugs & Manuscripts

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(Confessions of a 5-year-old thief).

Stefan Gabori was, above all, a good son. This had always been his defining characteristic. He could set aside the baseball and even his studies, but his mother had been invariably the priority in all things. This was no longer the case.

I sat staring down the barrel of a gun… A street lamp made the interior of the car glow...

The trouble with a story like this is that I simply can’t use it. If I tried my editor would boot me straight out of his nasty little cigar stinking office. You might think I’m speaking metaphorically here, but I’m reporting this accurately. He would literally kick me, right up the back of my bottle green corduroys. Or worse, up the front…

Jim walked past the gypsies, the bums, and the pseudo anarchists stationed at their respective posts at Praha hlavní nádraží. He caught a fair glimpse of a fair-haired, hat-headed young backpacker who was attracting attention. Jim, being the spectator that he is, spotted a vacant bench and assumed his position of waiting for action, without minding the orange peels and sunflower seed shells which were there first…

The weather could have been kinder of course. But there was me, Craigo and Greg, standing there on the deck of The Pride of McQuarie down at Circular Quay…

Even at ten past seven in the morning the Green line train was packed with work-bound commuters…

I was eleven years old when I discovered the secret of the universe…

They called him Monkey…