Mechanic Leigh, recounts the tales of a precocious boy growing up in the 1960s. He is writing his memoirs - memories, as he calls them - with my help, the Ghost Writer.
With a glib tongue and a sharp mind, Leigh embellishes his tales and creates a more acceptable world with himself, as the star. In doing so, he rewards us with belly laughs.
He and his friends amuse themselves through escapades filled with mischief, defiance and hilarity - tonics to soothe the harsh realities of their desperately meagre surroundings. His memoirs, sorry memories, fill us with a laugh a minute.
As Leigh, living in his past, relates the stories, he engages me in the present. We banter, argue and laugh, crossing the time zones with seamless and boisterous ease.
The dialogue is in script format and each episode is a standalone with a fine thread connecting and propelling the stories.
Welcome to the mischievous world of Mechanic Leigh and discover a little of your youth - no matter where you grew up - in his past.
I certainly did,
Ghost Writer
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My turn now.
This is I, ME and MYSELF, Mechanic Leigh himself.
Heh! Heh! Heh!
Please always ignore the Ghost Writer. He has a serious affliction. He is an adult!
Yes, now you know my problem.
Like all budding authors, I thought to gain inspiration, I needed to wear strange clothes, grow a beard, take long walks in the forests, climb mountains and sit at the Dalai Lama's feet.
Well, they uprooted forests to build apartments and roads, and flattened hills to reclaim land from the sea. I'm too young to grow a beard, and look rather silly when I use charcoal to shade fake beard. As for the Dalai Lama, there are already too many authors crowding around his sandaled feet.
Oh, yes, they said that to be a real author, I should also fight for the environment, fight for animal rights, fight poverty, fight the system, fight for peace and fight everyone.
Too much fighting for my taste. Anyway, I was already fighting - for survival.
So, I chose to be an un-real author. Heh! Heh! Heh!
Leigh
