The product of four year's worth of nostalgia.

I'm writing something.  It's been my baby of the last four years and I feel like it's almost something big, like I could do something with it.  I'm considering posting it up on here, bits and pieces at a time, but I'm not entirely sure.  Now that I think about it, the entire thing has been for somebody.  Somebody named M.  I mention him quite a lot in this little brainchild of mine.

I think about him and suddenly I remember all of these random, sudden things.  I see a motor scooter.  Military-regulation fatigues.  I smell Protex and soap- or is that all my imagination?

I'll post up some of it and see what kind of response I get.  So far I'm calling it "Guava Jokes and Monsoon Sandbags" but you never know, I could come up with a different title.  It's a work in progress so keep checking.

To be continued.