This trip and this story begin much like any other, doused with calamity, drowning in uncertainty, and half-drunk at an…
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It has been almost two months since I wrote a word. The pressure of what I have not done weighs…
I sit tonight unpacking and folding the clothes I carelessly shoved into my duffel bag on Sunday in the still-hungover,…
July 4th, 2010 I arrive on Koh Phi Phi after thirty six hours of exhaustive travel from Tioman ready to…
It is two in the morning and I stumble exhausted up the darkened stairwell and into the rent-free room my…
As I stand in line for a midnight bus the delicate rustling of the uncharacteristically cool summer night belies this…
Sitting outside at the bar of a hotel we could never afford to stay in I crack a joke of…
I flee to D.C. in the ink black uncertainty of an indelible decision. I burn every bridge with the world…
September 2009 I return to Charlotte from Mexico on August 31st sunburned and burnt out. With nothing left to give…
On Wednesdays they clean out the fridge. Milk, two days expired. A jar of homemade cranberry sauce, unlabeled for the…