July 3rd, 2010 Twenty-four hours of traveling since Tioman, and only thirty minutes after boarding the mini-bus to Thailand, we…
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With a quick six hour mini bus ride from Kratie to Ban Lung, I finally arrived in the mystical province…
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As I stand in line for a midnight bus the delicate rustling of the uncharacteristically cool summer night belies this…
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Sitting outside at the bar of a hotel we could never afford to stay in I crack a joke of…
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January 2010 It is two months in D.C. and the fiery propulsion that launched me from Charlotte somehow flashes in…
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I flee to D.C. in the ink black uncertainty of an indelible decision. I burn every bridge with the world…
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September 2009 I return to Charlotte from Mexico on August 31st sunburned and burnt out. With nothing left to give…
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Journal - August 2009 I sit in the airport on the floor, my back resting on the window with the…
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I wake in the familiar haze of hangover. I have been back in D.C. for less than two months. In…
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When I rolled my throbbing head over on the unwarranted light of morning attacking through the half-drawn curtains, I saw…
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