Thursday, May 08, 2008

63/365: Darrell

Darrell was kind of our neighbour. He lived out in the bushes near our house and had lots of dreadlocks. He disappeared for a while, but eventually he returned, this time in a boat that he moored on the ocean almost right beside our house.

He was always disappearing without warning. He'd come back with new things: a dog, a girlfriend, a Chinese junk he'd bought for a dollar. One day he left and no one thought anything of it. He never returned.