I Love This City—It’s Got Soul
I love the businessmen staring into Blackberries and the homeless guys asking for 85 cents for the bus.
I love the businessmen staring into Blackberries and the homeless guys asking for 85 cents for the bus.
Today, I own two pieces of Starbucks’ merchandise. Well, kind of. And I hate myself for it. Well…kind of.
We love to fight about things. Fighting for things is harder.
“Hey, when your ticket’s punched, your ticket’s punched man. And that’s it…and there’s nothing you can do about it. I learned to live and race with that early on…and…yeah…” He shrugged his shoulders and faded out.
Somebody once said that “writing is cutting a vein and letting it bleed.” But usually it’s not that easy.
The white halogen lights hit you like a laser as you bleep — click your keycard and walk through the door at 8:27 AM.
I’ve lived in two expat communities; each for a year – one in Seoul, one in Saudi Arabia – and it leaves you wondering why everyone isn’t like this.
“THE YUKON is two words moron.”
When the love of your life is running around with some greasy tribal-tattooed loser, there are a few things worth remembering.
You belong, even when it doesn’t feel like it.