Fred Tschepp
Bio
Nearly but unfortunately not born in an ambulance driving to Hammersmith hospital in the summer of 1988. Film studies graduate who has spent too much of his life daydreaming of elsewhere. Dayjob as a video editor, moonlighting as tired.
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Ready Salted
“Keep it simple stupid,” my inner monologue repeats for the third time since entering the shop. I swear it’s getting harder each time. Today it’s so bad I’m not even sure I want to be here let alone what I want. That’s always been the trick though, hasn’t it? Knowing what you actually want. “You can do anything you set your mind to.” Absolute killer advice for those of us past our prime and still not a scooby who, what, or where that “anything” is. I got a PHD in applied linguistics and still spent the last 2 minutes playing anxious visual ping pong between the Monster Munch and the McCoy’s.
By Fred Tschepp4 years ago in Humans
Theia
Three hours to departure, 83% loaded and 100% fuelled. Through the cafeteria window I can see some kids scrawling REMEMBER B on the wall opposite. The aircon substation next to them has all sorts of other crap painted over it. I keep my own gag reflex down with a gulp of coffee, swallowing my anger along with the bitterest bean. No one who wants to remember B was actually there. Kids will be kids. We were all young once. Young, angry, and stupid.
By Fred Tschepp4 years ago in Fiction
