Lurking inside you is either a ghost or a skellington waiting to get out, we all know, but we'll never live to find out which. What we rarely acknowledge is that an old person also waits within, one we try to hold back with our piercings and skateboarding and alcopops but can only contain for so long. Look at a baby's face: we're codgers from…
Posts tagged “kart racing”
I explode through the door. You've barely time to register the splintering hinges before I'm upon you, gripping your lapels and hoisting you out of your chair. I start to scream something at your face, shaking you to punctuate each word. You can barely make it out. SONIC-- TRANSFORM-- EKEND-- God, I smell terrible. I've been beneath the floorboards, doing whatever it is I do…