Doesis Locker Subsea
Someone enters Davy Jones Locker but the lights turn dark orange and flash continuously. It is a sign of an unauthorised entry. Who is he, that has the temerity to come to DJL when he is not supposed to. That someone takes a while to recognise since he approaches me with apprehension. I see the eyes first, then the complexion and his face. It is Talika. (more…)
Subsea Retreat for Captain Blood
Lapotidunity is the best thing goscolene, my favourite spirit, can do for anyone. Therefore, I avoid downing any more than two shots with joy and not sorrow. How can I not celebrate life despite living a life more tempestuous than El Niño? Drinking or rumming, it’s all the same thing depending on whom you are doing it with.
Nevertheless, today though, I am drinking alone, and I call it rumming. I do it every Friday evening in the best place for it ever, Davy Jones Locker. I am here waiting for yet another return of Paramole in a few days’ time. It’s his birthday soon. (more…)