by Jack Boswell | Jul 20, 2017
It was too dark too see his face. In my rear-view mirror, all I could make out was his silhouette, sitting silently at the wheel of his beaten-up pickup. Was he watching me? My head was spinning. I really wasn’t fit to drive but I didn’t have a choice; I wasn’t safe...
by Jack Boswell | Jul 11, 2017
For a long time, whenever I pictured someone from the southern United States, I drew two unfavourable portraits: The clueless redneck who lives on a trailer park and spends his day shooting at cans, save for the odd roll-in-the-hay with his wife/sister. Or the...
by Jack Boswell | Apr 21, 2016
What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. That’s how the saying goes. Unless you’re unlucky enough to catch something, in which case what happens in Vegas ends up with a visit to the STD clinic. Probably wouldn’t look as good in an advert though, would it? Thankfully,...
by Jack Boswell | Apr 4, 2016
2:17am and I’m walking through torrential rain down a deserted Mississippi road. There’s no point running for cover – I’m already soaked to the skin. I don’t know where I’m going to stay tonight but am in high-spirits having extracted myself from a stranger’s caravan...
