Human Stories, Boldly Told
A silver nickel showed me just how gentrified Brooklyn had become.
It was my first job as a stage manager in New York and I was high off the energy, honing craft by day, sleeping in the dressing room at night. Then the reviews came in.
That one very long night when I finally caught up with my youth.
If you’ve never seen an air bubble work its way through a long tube and into your body, then you’re missing out on a special kind of torture.
With my girlfriend and her parents packed on the backseat, a confident cab driver became my personal New York savior.
The road to California is paved with hangovers, wrong airports and magical phone persons. At least mine was.
Lights, excitement and skyline drew me in, but when the fog finally cleared I found much more.
I drank and drank and drank until I saw triple David Bowies.
At times life seems to come sneaking up on you in the darkness of the night.
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