I was driving alone for the first time in a while, about to head east on I-90. I thought about where I might end up if I lit out that way and kept going, leaving everything behind.[...]

With my trustworthy Xanax and a healthy serving of wine from a clear, plastic screw-top bottle, I fall asleep after dinner and wake up to breakfast – a shitty white roll that looks[...]

What follows is a portion of a rather half-assed journal of my summer trip through Europe. Somewhere between Reykjakiv and Boston. Tuesday. Time: depends on who you ask, I suppose.[...]

What follows is the second installment of stories from Paul’s trip to China and Australia. You can find the first batch here. Day 6 – The Grand Mercure Hotel, Shanghai, China[...]