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Beau Cleveland-Copeman

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Coffee With the Traitors’ Club

It was just another weekend for them, but as laughter rippled down the tables, a lump swelled in my throat. I forced a smile and circled my coffee cup with a finger, lost in thoughts of when I had last shared such a moment with friends. I thought back to the Saturday night pre-drinks. The summer BBQs that burnt holes in the night sky. The long walks home to the ferocious tune of Jeff Beck. All then as vivid as the haze of smoke above me.

Everything Matters and I Don’t Know Why

When my father palmed me a copy of On The Road he said, “I don’t know why, but I think you’re going to like this.” Whether he thought it would change my life or not, I don’t know. But I like to think he knew what he was doing, because until that point I hadn’t thought much of reading or writing, and I’ve been writing ever since.

Words. Workouts. And Wellbeing.

Exercise is something I’ve always avoided. I’ve put it down to wanting more time to write. To be- ing self aware. “I’m just not that guy who exercises.” But after flirting with exercise over recent months, I’ve been forced to reconsider. Unfortunately, I’ve found my writing is more productive after a workout. I’m more engaged in the process after a cold shower. And I can write for longer if I limit myself to black coffee and clean food.

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