Bay of Plenty

Now my mate lived not too far away, a couple of paddocks away to be precise. We hung out quite a bit as teenagers (we would have sneaky smokes, listen to The Doors and have a bloody good laugh really). Now one particular night I hooned over to her place with my torch and oversized gumboots, carefully navigating my way as there was this huge ass mother of a drain smack-bang in the middle of it! SLOP SLOP….pulling the ‘Gummies’ out if they happened to get suctioned in by the mud.

It was the usual sort of a night for us…music, laughter, smoking, dancing like rock queens. We’d wish that Jim Morrison was still alive so we could drool more! Bloody Nora! Anyway, no-one else was at her place at the time, so the house was ours for a few hours so we could live it up! Just had to make sure I didn’t go green again… like I did this one night…puking outside by the trampoline wishing I was never introduced to Black Russian! Continue reading »

Set in the early 80′s in the middle of nowhere.

Everyone was dreaming in the dead of night. The sound of crickets and silent serenity in the air. Kids crashed out after hooning around the farm from the moment they finished breakfast to when they sat down in the late afternoon to a meat fest dinner.
Then… the ear-piercing cries! Again, and again and again. Most people would have experienced and felt the chill when two cats are scrapping, and if either one of them is your own then you gotta save them! And that’s when he left the dream-zone. A deafening sound in the middle of the night… you could hear the ‘kill’ in their cries. Continue reading »