X geoff
The old guy I hung out with in Cape Town last Christmas has died.
For the last few months he was crawling around on his hands and knees, flee-ridden like an old dog ... accepting, from my mom's visits: tea, biscuits - and a departing spray of Doom:
She reports:
'There will be no funeral for Geoff - they're an odd family, he was carted
off in a mortuary van, that's the end'
He left me, as promised, his antiquated film equipment and movies.
For the last few months he was crawling around on his hands and knees, flee-ridden like an old dog ... accepting, from my mom's visits: tea, biscuits - and a departing spray of Doom:
She reports:
'There will be no funeral for Geoff - they're an odd family, he was carted
off in a mortuary van, that's the end'
He left me, as promised, his antiquated film equipment and movies.