Tuesday, July 27, 2010

The Adventures of Amir Hafizi

Brooding writer Amir Hafizi cuts a dramatic silhouette.

The wind is in my hair, as I sit on top of a... Plastic awning?


Goddamn cheap material bullshit!

I walk past a massage parlour. Waved 'hi' to some girls I know.

I sit down again at my Cafe of Solitude.

My meeting is at 9.30pm. A couple of friends might join me for a short while before that. But I doubt it.

What do writers do, anyway? Well, we write, right? Beats fighting crime any day.