Thoughts, words, pictures, and diseases are my own. Chasing literary and worldly adventure.
A pained resignation, audible as a sigh, was all I got. Nancy was over it. When my mom found out about my tattoo—pretty substantially placed on the right arm and shoulder—I anticipated some fireworks. I anticipated them, and, really, kind of wanted them. But I didn’t get any. My name wasn’t removed from any will
When you live in Asia for four months and your only job is separating white and dark laundry for your best friend, you have lot of time to write. … In my spare time–9 to 5–I’ve been trying to finish a book. I think I’m almost done. I’m not sure. As of now I think
