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Male , 51-55

5'11"
Hair: Grey (if any)
Eyes: Bloodshot/Brown
Complexion: Wrinkled/Olive
Outlook: skeptical optimist

Last Seen 2 hrs ago
Member Since Oct 26, 2009
Favorite Quote So it goes...
Heritage
Vices Drugs, alcohol, nicotine, caffeine, vanity
Politics Very Liberal
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Books Anything by: Kurt Vonnegut, Tim Winton, Peter Carey, Jeanette Turner-Hospital, Henry Handel Richardson, Katherine Susannah Pritchard, David Malouf, Thomas Keneally, Patrick O'Brian
Music Jazz -Swing and BeBop; Classical; Delta Blues; Gregorian Chants
Movies Nah, I prefer books
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I Hate Guns

Please Do Not Shoot The Clown! I was rushing between clowning gigs –the first at a library and the next at a pre-primary school centre- when I remembered that I needed another apple for the finale juggle.Luckily, I... [more]
amberdextrous has shared 62 Mature Experiences
  • I Cooked Dinner For A Killer

    His Scars Tell His Story You can read long passages of my friend Dave’s life-story, written on his forearms. You can pin-point the lines of needle-tracks, pick out the jail tatoos, and chart the course of his menta… [more]
  • I Had a Heart Attack

    Left Anterior Ventricular Descending Coronary Arterial Occlusion When I was 22 and working as a children's theatre performer, we travelled to Adelaide to take part in a youth arts festival.Sue and I performed our two-person show, based on t… [more]
  • I Have Tried "kronic" -the Legal Marijuana

    Kronic 3 - Chronic Use? OK, so I am not doing double-blind, controlled trials or anything –in fact, I am my own guinea-pig- but I am still intent on reporting about this drug in a semi-scientific way and, after a week of d… [more]
  • I Have Tried "kronic" -the Legal Marijuana

    Kronic 2 - The Aftermath I think I understand now how the marijuana-analogue drug Kronic got its name... the stuff goes on and on... and on.   Some 14 hours after smoking the tiniest pipe of Kronic –and after s… [more]
  • Will I Ever Learn?

    Posted on: December 28th, 2010 at 9:15PM

    Probably not. I will most likely be a junkie until the day I die. Because nothing in my life gets close to the physical bliss of heroin. ****** is a poor second. My love for my son is the only thing that motivates me more than heroin. Maybe -just maybe- I could use that love for him to pull me back into the straight world?I look back on this past year with mixed feelings. 2010 began with such poverty and depression, although the friends I made here on EP helped me cope with those. Then, mid-year, I suddenly had more money than I'd ever had before... and what did I do with it? I blew most of it on heroin, after ten years of being clean. Moron! So 2010 ends as it began.What does 2011 have in s… [more]

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  • View from a front porch 5

    Posted on: September 16th, 2011 at 6:21AM

    There is a fruit salad sunset sky in the west, a disc of deepest mango orange, sliced horizontally by plum-purple lines of cloud, then a band of apricot paling into the star-freckled blueberry night.   A final flight of black swans plies the skies above the chain of lakes that snakes its way through the northern suburbs of my city, a few miles inland from the ocean’s sandy fringe.   I follow their V-formation in my mind, as though piloting a glider in their slipstream.  They will slant across the freeway soon at 300 feet, and feel a thermal current rising from the homeward traffic. They will hold their wings still, outstretched, micro-steering with their outward primary feathers spread like … [more]

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  • Diary Of A Dead Man

    Posted on: October 8th, 2011 at 11:04AM

    When I first received the news about my cancer, I had all sorts of strange, sometimes conflicting thoughts flow through my muddled head. Some were entirely practical: I should make a will to name James, my son, as my next of kin rather than his mother, whom I have never legally divorced despite a decade’s separation. Central to most of my thinking –and my feeling- was consideration of what I would leave behind; what kind of footprints in time’s shifting sands. And chief among those considerations was an earnest desire that my departure should not cause excessive pain –especially to those I Love. So how to avoid hurting them, when my own pain ends? My writer’s mind will wrestle with an idea, … [more]

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  • Overdue Porch Blog

    Posted on: May 25th, 2013 at 4:40AM

    It was, quite suddenly, quiet on my street, late on a sunny autumn afternoon. For at least two whole minutes there was only the background hiss of homebound traffic on the middle-distant freeway. No jets or helicopters rent the air above; no buses sighed to a stop just opposite; no angry thundering of motorcycle engines was heard; nor the rush and rumble of all those squat little wheeled boxes that so often whizz past. Not even next-door’s dog raised its too-common cacophony. (He must be eating, if he isn’t barking, and thrusting his paws at the rattling metal mesh of his garden fence.)Oh, blissful suburban Peace!It didn’t last, of course. The 5.43 bus arrived right on time to break into my … [more]

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