This took place when I had recovered some of my sparkly eyes strength and was living in a Trailer as a fruit picker in East New Zealand.
Its edgy and dicey… and thus I have decided to only reward my paying Subscribers with it… Im a bit embarrassed that I wrote it. And putting it behind a paywall means that few will ever read it . But It’s a story … and I’m a writer … and thus it must be told to at least my FIVE paid subscribers… so if you are one of them here it is..
Well there I was ... a young drifter, eyes wide to the darkened brilliance the world can offer one if one looks.
I would ride my bike about the town after work looking for people to talk too!
High school kids were good. 16- 17 year olds together strong!
They lived in warm houses, went to school, ate good food and did what their parents said…
and I lived in a freezing caravan on an orchard and did whatever the fuck I liked because I was free.
I was Kurt Cobains beatnik disciple.
I had started referring to myself as “The Dark Master”
The Dark Master now was back on the Devils Lettuce ( bought by the joint for 5$ each from a cool maori guy called Rawiri. That means - One who is loved by everyone ).
And I played it fast and loose sir.
After a few conversations with me these kids either took off in terror or stayed about for the Dark Masters stories such as you have been reading…
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