It was sometime in September of 2008, at least so Facebook tells me. For all its faults the one thing Facebook has been good for is hanging onto those memories through pictures that I’ve forgotten. I had been drinking a lot of whisky that night so the whole thing is a little hazy; and by a little I mean a lot hazy. And there I am, fake blood dripping from …

I have a big blue chest that sits in my room and acts as a catch-all for a lot of random stuff whenever I find I don’t have some place to put it. At this very moment it has a deliberately placed collection of watches and rings; two change jars, as well as the more miscellaneous bib and medal from the half-marathon I ran, a piece of art I’ve been …