Morte Point

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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I'm...enjoying myself.

Some people like collecting beer mats. Some like keeping tabs on birds, bugs, animals... whatever. Some like walking, running, going to the gym. We all get our kicks from somewhere. I'm open enough to enjoy all the above. But I'm never happier, nor more focused, than when I am getting shit done while the chips are down. Now, floating between the shallow rocks off the Atlantic, using my wits, guts and training to elude a mysterious force, I am in my element; my absolute, unrelenting element.

MORTE POINT

I sleep the sleep of a man who knows he has done wrong. I sleep a sleep that is deep, yet forced, unbroken yet tormented, as my subconscious pretends that what I did hasn't happened at all. And if it did somehow happen, surely it is not time yet to wake and face it.

MORTE POINT

A Wanted Man

A Wanted Man

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