Last night I dreamt not that I went to Manderlay again, but, rather, I dreamt I went to heaven. No, … Continue Reading Book Heaven
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This week, I turned 53. Fuck. Though not for the reasons you might think. Age is a number, a marker of … Continue Reading The Time, Where Does It Go?