Please allow me to introduce my recently completed nonfiction book-The Last Gent-a memoir of my experiences as a young Trinidad immigrant man trying to be a true gentleman in today's sexually promiscuous and often very superficial world. My aim is to honestly express how I felt at the time these events unfolded and to provide a therapeutic release for feelings I have kept bottled up. I want the women who were and are so important in my life, and women everywhere, to understand the struggle I and men like me go through in trying to be The Last Gent.
"Women Over 40 Are Not To Be Trusted". I saw this on a T-shirt in 2003. In Tokuyama. The wearer was a middle-aged Japanese man and it was his day off. The T-shirt was pink and the letters black... Fast forward to the future. At 40 I had my first baby, at 41 and a half, my second. That's all you need to know about that. We moved to country NSW. Daily life has evolved into: eating, drinking, school runs, shitting, shopping, surviving, cooking and cleaning. My life had become DULL. We are 25 kilometres away from the nearest Target and Coles. 50 kilometres in the other direction is ALDI. Sadly: these are important factors in my daily life. The bush is nice. People wax lyrically about the bush. Poems written and published, all very romantic. It's a nice place to visit. To live here: it's dull as batshit. We've just resolved the water issues by instilling a bore. Now my children don't bathe in mud. One day my gay best friend rang me from the city. He'd bought me a ticket to Hawaii. This is what happened.