Tuesday, 25 October 2016
Judge Mental was a law unto himself and presided over a fake morality. He lived inside a Whisky bottle with 15 platonic wives and studied esoteric lore on the side. He knew the world was crazy and all the ancient knowledge was lost or disregarded but he was judgmental and had to be seen to be so. One night he heard the blues for the first time and bought himself a guitar and harp. His mind slid up to the 12th fret and dropped in semi-tones down the hypotenuse. Twice around the block, he met Rory and never judged again...
Words by Trev Teasdel