DEADLY DELIGHTS FROM DOWNUNDER by AGATHA FALKNER Gidday! I'm writing in this week from a different Location. A nice little watering hole I stumbled into after a long day running around from meeting to review and back again. Not one of my regular haunts, but you know what they say, whether I'm at the back of bourke or hitting the big cities, you just never know what you will come across in your travels. There is a whole world out there to discover, and I have found that, it's whilst going walk-a-bout in those off the beaten track locations(so to speak), I seem to find my rarer, hidden gems, or unpolished diamonds, just waiting to be discovered by me, while I'm out here, exploring some new and exciting territory. Let me give you an example. I was out the other evening, after running from book launch to book signing, and let me tell you, I was hanging for a bevvie or two. Been burning the Midnight oil. I found a respectable drinking establishment. It was the end of the week, and I was knackered. All I wanted to do was knock back a couple of gin and tonics, with a twist of lime of course. But you know me, 2 became 3, and next thing I'm onto the mescal straight up! After a solid hour of doing my research, I took a few moments to stretch my legs, and back, and to have a squiz around the place. From the corner of my eye, I notice a book, sitting on top of a pile of those trendy magazines entitled “You Can't Play A Player” Well the title alone certainly aroused my curiosity. I had a quick read of the cover, and saw that it was written by some bloke called Thaddeous "Creepy" Rollins. I'd never heard of him, so I flipped through a couple of pages, and what I saw, was something quite unexpected. Matey, I'm here to tell you, there is a whole pool of talent out there, waiting to be discovered. And this book is a prime example. So much so, that even in my slightly (ok absolutely) blotto state, I know a great thing when I see it. This is one discovery that is too awesome to pass over, and I must tell my readers all about it! From what I read in this enlightening and edgy piece of work...now mind you...it does not contain proper grammar, or a language your average reader will be familiar with, but is written in its most purest, rawest, and highly believable form. It really does have an air of authenticity to it, that most of these bullshit Bobby Dazzlers could ever come up with in a million years. So a bit about the book This is where I got hooked right from the outset, the premise. A one night stand leads two people into a web of lies, deceit, double cross and murder as a young woman, desperate to save her sister from a life of drug abuse and prostitution. Goes undercover and hooks up with a man she thinks can help her maneuver the streets filled with hoods and thugs and bring her close enough to the pimp that is controlling her sister. When they finally confront the pimp and buys her sisters way out of the life, the man wants to go back and rob the pimp , that he knew from before, of the other money that he knows he got. Who writes stuff like this?! This is hot stuff! Fully Sic! This is one bonza bloke! So...why do these up and coming authors always seem to get shoved on the overpass, when quite clearly, they are showing incredible initiative, superb imagination, and masterful talent (not by conventional standards, but by keeping it REAL standards). People will go berserk for this kind of real life depiction. It's streetwise, and highly insightful. It's a window into worlds that most of us will never get to experience or have to deal with. The daily dilemmas of living the hard life on the real streets. Here’s an excerpt I thought you might enjoy….
it was in the middle of having one of those days where inside I was feeling somewhat contentious at the time I wasn’t content with (you name it) I began considering what (exactly) would be the benefits …of changing my ways found myself seeking the counsel of intoxication not sure why
despite any self imposed ruinations I do believe that with a new sunrise comes the of opening your eyes shortly after hitting the block I came across this brother his circumstances appeared to be worse than mine I don’t think he had a place that he called home unkempt and jagged around the edges one could tell it had been a while since his hair had been comb his clothes were ripped and ready to fall off …and he wreaked badly of alcohol
he approached and says to me, “give me penny, as raggedy as I am” I said “brother if I had it to give I would” “got damn”, “that’s what I’m talking about man”, “everybody taking but ain’t nobody giving” “I didn’t figure you for one of them”, his reproach “give me a penny, as raggedy as I am”
He then whisks out a bottle of Thunderbird from one of his pockets. Quickly he twists off the top, takes a couple of swigs and hands the bottle over to me. I recognized the gesture. The brother had given unto me everything he had. A sort of communing.
mad and filled with strife he needed to be heard he spoke with some very choice words
told me about how he had tried to make a nice life paid his taxes wore the latest fashions thanked God and lived it up on Friday night then went to church every Sunday and gave God his tithe only to come home one day to find someone ran off with his wife
making things worse he kept getting passed over for promotions having grown tired of his bosses inertia he finally raised a commotion and suddenly …found himself without a job
It was then, according to him, when he made the discovery that keeping up with the Joneses meant keeping oneself fully supplied with the vice they jones for.
After taking a couple of drinks and carefully examining my own thoughts. I returned the bottle to him and went on my way. Wondering if this (his life story, our meeting on the street) is what God wrought?
thinking questioning taking in consideration jonesing for understanding
deviating from my proclivities needing to calm my nerves
(found my own bottle)
as I began to drown my anxieties these thoughts emerged
why it is that we continue to live against the principles of evolution is beyond my ability to comprehend how can man claim dominion without having solutions
prosperity for everyone a concept long lost to …the profits at all cost demand instead we are enslaved by a system disguised as democracy
why is it that our cultures still live mostly segregated rather than fully engaging the differences we refuse to trust each other, holding fast to trepidation while also bringing forth carnage over which is the right religion
apparently we have been successfully propagandized to the point of becoming collectively docile
confused, desensitized, waiting for Armageddon to crystallize
yet to have the true nature of our consciousness roused
much like when the sun, moon, and earth … are in perfect alignment as their combined forces cause the spring tides to occur such is my attraction to her each day I gravitate to pictures of her reiterating to myself, how fine I think she is at least in my eyes wishing to have her as mine I begin to imagine stopping myself and... starting again the pleasantries in my mind turn mischievous once more here I go caution thrown to the wind admittedly I just can’t resist she is, just so voluptuous her lips it’s like I can already feel their tenderness a slow waltz of soft, gentle, seemingly endless kisses placed all over each other’s physical presence together kindred spirits laying adoration, exploration absorbing the delicate contrasts of our skin breathing in one another’s essence breathing becoming breathless my imagination getting the better of me I stop myself and... start all over again evening has fallen ambiance lust surrender belief intensity her lavishing me me caressing her together our bodily responses become heightened radiance relishing in the idea of (the day will come) smiling imagining
