26/04/2025
Estimated reading time: 8 minutes Last time, it was at a mechanic.Today, I’m writing this from my garden, with a can of Coke sweating on the floor beside me, dirt packed under my fingernails like a badge of honour, and one or two mosquitoes singing off-key love songs in my ear like they know today’s special — and have decided to be part of whatever today was.Because why not? If I’m getting older, they might as well have a drink on me too. And this evening, somewhere between clearing out the weeds and sipping the good ol’ can of Coke — by the way, can we all agree that Coke in a can tastes waaaay better than any other kind?...
Last time, it was at a mechanic.Today, I’m writing this from my garden, with a can of Coke sweating on... Read more
