Back at work.
I’m always on the look out to converse with other creatives.
In the ACE staffroom one person seemed of interest.
Dick aka Nimrod.
Doesn’t talk to many people, if anyone.
Always striding in with some ancient Khmer musical instrument.
Always printing off academic articles he’d written about the 12 string guitar.
Always in his army jacket and shades.
A 6am starter.
I drummed up conversation with Dick whenever our paths crossed at the photocopier or printer.
He was working on a novel.
He was a musician – singer songwriter.
He’d just come off a fishing ship in Alaska and always entertained us with pirate-like tales of life at sea.
We became friends.
When I fell in love with Razor two years later Dick would break our friendship and hit on my girl.
The absolute no no of male friendship.
You just don’t go after your best mate’s girl.
You just don’t.