It was a typical Saturday afternoon, which meant that Tom was shirtless in his living room rolling weed. He didn’t even like smoking weed that much. Mostly he smoked it because he was bored. And he was bored most …
There was a time I was listening to a lot of John Mayer. A lot. The whole of 2012, and bits of 2013, just Mayer. I was suffering from loss. I wasn’t eating well and when I mustered appetite …
I love a good love story. And a good love story isn’t good if it doesn’t have pain and desperation running in its veins. It’s not a good love story if one of the characters doesn’t sigh and say, …
The hardest thing I went through last year was in June, when I followed my wife to Diani, where she had gone for work,” he says over the phone. To be clear, “followed” implies she went ahead, and he …
He was the kind of man who looked like he knew his way around a tasting menu, the type who’d debate the merits of single-origin coffee beans with a barista. He was affluent, I decided, observing him from my …