There was a (very odd and incongruent) sculpture exhibition throughout the grounds, with several of these plaster-caped guys chilling and taking in the view. While fairly scary, they were nowhere near as bad as they castle’s main attraction: falconry. ...
Where are these flakey chicks taking me? Who is still partying at this hour, and why do we want to be there? It was snowing again, and the dope was running strong. My eyes vacillated between the taillights of the distant Pacer and the myriad of snowflakes blowing into the windshield. ...
there were several reliable methods: nonstop partying, irresponsible sex, starting businesses, spending lots of money, exotic traveling. My worst nightmare was being alone, in a quiet room. I couldn’t stand my own company. Maybe your man feels the same way, I pray he doesn’t. But my ...