Two-Fifty for a Highball
This drink here is called a Cuba Libre, according to Captain Dan. It was decidedly more than two fifty, and the lime makes *all* the difference. Amazing little fruit, that…
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The Unmade Bed
The unmade bed tells a story, although I’m never sure whether it’s a coming-of-age story, a mystery, a thriller, or a book of rumpled poetry. Pillows askew, sometimes huddling on…
The Devil, You Say
At dinner last night, we talked a little about a lot of things. I fear I did most of the chatting, but that should surprise no one. Your name came…
Not a Cohen Song
It’s four in the morning where you are. You won’t be awake yet. There is a stillness about sleeping alone that you never quite master once you’ve been pluralized. The…
Why I believe in time travel
I got out of bed at 4am, and was on the road by 4:30. We boarded the plane at 6:30 and were in the air for two and a half…
In the dark of the night
I have slipped away from you. I crept out of bed, kissing you lightly on the cheek, then tiptoed from the room. Actually, I didn’t tiptoe; I walk softer on…
Bad Things, Good People
You want to know why Bad Things Happen to Good People? Because shit happens, that’s why. Because nothing is certain. Because people are animals. They are unpredictable, and are often…