ing car horns and abuse spewing drivers to the hole in the wall restaurant buried deep in a dark turn of the century block wedged between a pawn shop and a peep show where dear Andrew, the smarmy slick oil eyed barman let me take up space and write when I should have been in school...
It’d been more than 10 years since I finished school – I was 27 and found myself on the Kiwi Experience because while I’d have loved to explore New Zealand in a car or campervan, I was going solo, so rather than it being just me and the open road, I opted for a backpacker ...
There are thousands and thousands of guys my age with that tattoo. The shops near Twentynine Palms base probably have inkers who can do it in their sleep. ### The second time I killed somebody, it was a responsibility. I'd sleepwalked through high school with so-so grades and no ...