Success tasted dirty stale and repugnant
I know success. Or so it would seem. Before I was thirty I was the Accountant at a small country…
Eddie Van Halen, dead but his music will live on
The first time I heard Eddie Van Halen, I thought it was a joke. My best friend at the time…
Coming Home to a Life Left Behind
I’ve been coming home to football for a while now. It’s been a long journey and there’s been more than…
Ghosts and demons of my colorful past hold no fears
When I fled Geelong in 1986, I was fleeing myself more than anything. In essence I was broken. An emotionally…
Music, Memories, Madness, Magic and Mayhem
“There is always music,” a friend reminded me this week. No matter what. There Is Always Music Without it, life…
Hatred becomes debilitating and all consuming
Hatred is such a cold lonely word. I know. I was consumed by it for close to ten years. For…
Buying and selling the lie
Lets be honest. We all lie. Even if it’s only to ourselves. Nobody’s perfect. Lying is part of being human.…
Late in the Third Wet Sail Flying
Its getting late in the third quarter. My second wind kicked in a while back. There’s a feeling that I’ve…
Victimhood – a cultivated state of mind
According to the Cambridge dictionary victimhood is: the condition of having been hurt, damaged, or made to suffer, especially when you want people to feel sorry for you because of this or use…
Brendan Connell and his God
We were good mates I haven’t thought about Brendan Connell for decades. We were mates in primary school, when we…