Picture this, it’s 5:30 in a sweatbox Guesthouse, about 3/4 the way down a bottle of red arrives a blissful thought; the difference between myself and a homeless man – is this room. The difference between you and me – just past experiences. Neither of us have got it all figured out, but shared experiences can help with perspective. We all need some of that.
So, I wrote a book, and it's called Island Eyes.