Destination: Anywhere
Blue skies, The Commitments on the radio and open road in front of me… Destination: AnywhereEast or West, I don’t care
Blue skies, The Commitments on the radio and open road in front of me… Destination: AnywhereEast or West, I don’t care
I’m in a bar in a hotel in San Diego. I’d like to be able to tell you why I’m here, but that part isn’t quite so clear to me. It started innocently enough, as these things often do. I was having lunch with Pen, and we were having a discussion about passion. I’m reading
On a normal day from my past life, I would be very unhappy right about now. It is raining in Los Angeles—this never bodes well. People can’t drive in it. I don’t park close to my apartment, and I really have lost my tolerance for being out in it. If this had happened a year
I’m not going to lie. When I took the year off, I had a lot of vague notions about how the year would go. Clearly, twenty minutes after I quit, I would be offered my own television series, movie franchise or multi-book publishing deal. A month later, I was supposed to be voted most powerful