I saw it in the mirror this morning, written across my ass while I was sleeping. It must be true, Read more →

Sushi and muscles and steak tartar and tuna tartar and many many raw oysters and caviar….. and laughing and kissing. Read more →

My mission has been trying. I feel like I am in a foreign land where everyone does everything a different way. The wrong way. 170 means 173. There is no proper chain of command. No one takes responsibility. I am swimming up-river, pulling along a little barge that is getting weighed down by more and more tasks and other people's… Read more →