Unmadeup

James’ Mojo
11 June 1990.
“Nothing makes sense…” It was an abrupt declaration. All evening James seemed unsettled – somewhat disturbed.
“What’s the matter?” I asked. We were sitting in his heap of a car outside Lakeview Park.
“I’m tired,” he said. I noted the tautness in his vacant gaze.“Tired? Tired of what?” I was desperate to understand.
“I’ve [...]