I think I have milked my last entry as much as possible. You may be wondering why I have not written much in the last couple of weeks. I am not sure. Days merge into nights into days into nights.
I am a bit of a local celebrity. I clued in last week. I was suturing a man who had thought it wise to use a bush-knife to swat away some flies…instead he cut his scalp. I had a good laugh.
Yes, yes, I know…the title is a cliché. But you try coming up with something original in this sweltering heat. That’s it really…the heat is killing my creativity. It keeps me awake at night.
I woke up in the middle of an intersection, feeling a motorcycle’s tread marks over my body, a car whizzing past me. I blink a few times, and my sight focuses on holes in the ceiling. Ceiling?
